Fate

Fate

Rapturous Fate!

Ill-begotten words re-said,

Revisited from a shrouded past.

Never envisioned such idiosyncratic idolatries,

That this muse of future seen,

Bit thy thumb et moi.

Such is a life;

Distinctive fruitfulness,

Replaced with woe;

For lost with thoughts worthy of such consideration,

Am I.

To this extent, lost;

Regained composure, not.

Emphatic accident,

Winds of fate stir.

Empathy not garnered,

For none are I;

In this current status quo,

Simplistic in the meaning of life;

Here I reside.