Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to Cromwell as to me
Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Of all the lessons learned in life
By every creed in turn,
Acceptance is the costliest
Mankind has had to learn.
One ship drives east and another drives west
With the selfsame winds that blow.
Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales
A world's disappearing.
You were too narrow,
Too much in the shade already.
A ten year old with chilled water bottles in hand
Runs as cars halt, and traffic signal turns red.
On a hot sultry day, says to the lady, it’s a good brand.
Wipes his nose with his torn shirt sleeve, as it bled.
Fated to be in a togetherness...
No one comprehends but them.
The fate of fatal lovers,
In one corner sat my conscience
In the other stood my fate
My conscience it called out to me
Asking to negotiate
Let me be the one who will be there for you
Let me be the one who you see the world through her eyes
Let me wake you every morning and telling you
I am glad that you are in my life
In the roads we travel,
our destination is always
a tiny speck on the horizon
where it meets the greeting dawn.