Spots

There's a spot on the wall
Small and dark, just one.
Just one spot on the wall.
The wall is white and clean,
Painted thoroughly.

Fixating on this spot,
I stare in wonder
How did it get there.
Would vast eternal plans
be in disarray
if no spot was on this wall.

All walls have spots,
all life has spots.
This spot gives reason,
many a reason to ponder;
relationships, many spots.
We focus on those as well,
to an end, then another end.

Untill very few remain;
more unhappiness,
less spots.
The correlations revealed in time.
How would life for all change,
if we dwelled less on spots.

Definitions aside,
intangibles have spots.
Spots unseen are just,
spots unseen.
Yet felt no doubt
by the beholder.

Too many to tell,
how many I have studied.
Yet the wall is white,
Strong and well built.
Countless walls, countless spots.
Alike the wall,
will we ever accept
the spots in life.