Fate Poem by Willie Williams

To you,
My counter part, wherever you may roam.
I mention with absolute certainty,
the magnetic force birthed by pain and suffering,
execration and self sabotage,
death and melancholy,
that accompanies our itinerary leading to our converge is of way.

May you have gone through the guilt and trepidation of misconception, basking in the face of verity.
Might I say to you.
We all fall.......
We all bleed........
I beg of your consent to hold your hands as we gaze
For in the event of the chronicling of our growth,
may the duration of our predecessors bath in cherish,
And captivate the inauguration of victory in rectification.