Chance

I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate, Against all that I thought I once had known, And, like all other fools, I am too late. I thought myself so wise to shun the bait, And yet, despite the efforts I have shown, I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate. But such is how one lives when crossed with hate, I fear and want what might have been my own… And, like all other fools, I am too late. It never was a choice of go or wait, And, to this day, I cannot leave my throne. I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate. Although I eat, my hunger never sates. So after all I’ve seen, I stand alone, And, like all other fools, I am too late. I fear I’ll stay forever at the gate, ‘Till all I am is dust and bits of bone, I found myself ‘mid fools that follow Fate, And, like all other fools, I am too late.