A Date With Fate

Looking down her back from behind just to look up her nose as she rides.

Poetry in motion is what it's called when karma arrives to leave us all breathless and your names frozen in time.

Eyes closed while I write and my mind gravitates to Zion, in this heliocentric world.

I'll still be eccentric even if I follow a path paved by someone else.

While the critics are just vultures at the steps of God waiting to be raptured when I show my cards.

A royal flush every hand, what are the odds?

One in Two million five-hundred-ninety-eight thousand nine-hundred sixty.

It was less likely for me to spawn.

Yet here I am a young god coming of age as if infinity wasn't behind my eyes.

It's no wonder in this world I feel like so many want me to die.

I'm glad I got six and seven by my side.

Some'll get to heaven some will eternally relive life, and the cycle will just repeat until some one decides.

I'll just be me and keep describing my life as I've seen through my own I.