A Seven Letter Word
Some call it a path
many say it's fate
few are non-believers
the unfortunate find out theirs to late.
It's unseen to others
a roadmap designed exclusivley for you
and if read correctly
the signs stay accurate and forever true.
Some unknowingly alter their map
leading them wrongfully astray
their future done in by some innocent choice
not meant to be chosen that particular day.
Those unfortunate souls follow a blueprint
with pages missing and torn
a journey that wasn't meant to be
is now
their crown of thorns.
This seven letter word
has been hated and cursed, cherished and loved
also prayed for to anyone who will listen
from up above.
Now, the night is getting deeper
my thoughts more shallow
i shut my eyes foolishly confident
there will be a tomorrow
but one would have to argue
and eventually agree
that if tomorrow never comes
i would have no choice
but to accept that as my.....
D E S T I N Y
Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2010
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