A Seven Letter Word
Some call it a path
many say it's fate
few are non-believers
the unfortunate, find out theirs too late.
It's unseen to others
a roadmap designed exclusively 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, cursed and loved
even prayed for
to anyone who will listen from up above.
Now, as the night gets deeper, my thoughts more shallow
I shut my eyes foolishly confident that 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...
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