Fate

 

Gazing through the window of my mind,

My eyes search for jewels to find

Within the boundaries of this world,

As slowly before me life's unfurled.

 

In the disease invested sewer of man

I seek the threads of a cohesive plan,

So as to be able to explain

The hurt, disappointment, lies, and pain.

 

Following each strand of precious stones,

I am distracted by the cries and moans

Of each and every soul who fell

Off life’s magnificent carrousel.

 

And though offered an assisting hand,

Some steadfastly refuse to stand,

Forever failing to struggle back on

Lying in the gutter waiting distant dawn.

 

Which can never come for those who wait

For the divine hand of an unknown fate,

To set the world right just for those

Who’s fate is exactly as they chose.

 

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