Instinctive Destiny Poem by Virginie Yargeau

Images twirled about his head
Undistinguishable with the colors blurry
He delved into the whirling mass
And soared among his hopes and dreams

Reflecting upon his troubles and the past
Looking for something he could not see
Always waiting for the flame to ignite
That would show him where to go

Yet he could never find the spark
Of the dreams he had thrown bellow
He sees a photograph flying by
A flash so bright, so blinding

As it comes into focus a tear forms in his eye
And he remembers where he needs to be
He looks around and sees a friend he knew
And the family he once admired

He turns again and his lost girl comes into view
Opening his shut eyes, he finally sees the fire
He tells a story of a life he has yet to lead
An endless book full of blank pages

Because his life is not something one can read
It must be lived through the ages

Written by Guillaume Proulx, for;