I sometimes wonder
what destiny, what fate
awaits me
Helpless feelings
converge into panicked resolutions
as mercenary fiends
take out the opposition
(for whatever price you're willing to pay)
Conspiring for the eventual
hostile-takeover
And it feels like
We know that we
can't live and die
by our terms.
We have been given choice,
but not the ability to see
the rippling of the waters
by the dropping of our pebble
and so I pray to find answers
answers that don't just restate the question
answers to something
some question somewhere
questions
questions of love, and of fate.