Fate

I write my own fate

every word, stanza

and syllable starting

with a clean slate.

To write from a blank

mind

onto a page as

equally of the same

kind.

An empty page or

words forming on

a random stage

with no left exits

I've yet to flow

or give myself a

direction to go.

I close my eyes

and drift, thinking

of words that'll

inspire and lift

your desires,

the hopes,

new lines,

old tropes,

recite or sing

it's up to you

whatever the

inspiration brings.

Life is waiting

for you to jump

to catch the train

to swallow that lump

in your throat,

in your way,

grab the ring

while going around

the carousel

it's not too late

come what may,

to dream,

to soar,

to imagine,

all the wonderful

things that happen

when fate

intervenes.

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Thank you for reading! - Sam