1am Reflections
Oh cruel Fate,
Unruly Muse,
Why dost thou torture,
And so abuse?
Aren't I thy master?
No.
I hold no control,
Come Fortune's flow.
I am master of nothing,
Not of mind,
Not of heart,
Lest the soul wishes to depart;
And even then,
Tis' not my say,
Tis' Fate,
My Muse,
To whom I faithful stay.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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