Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Clouds Of Fate

Rating: 5.0
I need to tell my story
I need to get it right
To tell you what has made
formed and shaped me

A tale of love and hurt and
many twists and turns.
Living every moment alive to
every psychic burst of fate

Riding high above in some ethereal
current of long lost beliefs I am
what my essence dictates, although
sometimes the mystery thins and is lost

I love as I have been loved
I fear as I have been feared, but with every
inch of passion and uniqueness I cry out
‘I am the true and lone host of my mind’

It is my dedication to the cause of humanity
that shapes my soul and consumes my spirit
leaving nothing untouched or unaffected by
the struggle that taunts my lonely heart

You as a fleeting guest in my storybook life
cause ripples of concern along the daily route
but detours are the only order of the day as I
absorb and learn my lesson, and travel ever on

Mankind believes its place amongst the heavens
is preset, lofty and full of power and meaning
yet we are but seeds upon a prairie wind, floating
and waiting to touch the glorious earth once more

Direction is not our place to set in the universe
of lost souls and detached visions and dreams
We only have the rights over our own mentality
and its perception, in a sea of misunderstanding

So back to me and the meaning of my life
Is it predetermined or at the mercy of the breeze?
Does it really matter if I ever know the reason for
every doubtful thought and misplaced deed?

Do I crave an understanding like some crazed deity?
Or do I simply feed the flow, surfing the days of
unlimited opportunity and accept a lift wherever?
Maybe I already know the answer and so do you.
SPC Kellaway

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