Destiny

destiny is a funny thing
it can pass you buy without even winking
you can laugh it off with smooth composure
the photo shows as overexposure

sanity rests on a rocky mountainside
no rain for days, it's arid and dry
there is lightning from the heat
lack of thunder makes it incomplete

blood seeps from your hand and drops in code
you think these thoughts will make your heart explode
destiny...an accident waiting to happen
what once rested smooth is now misshapen

call it destiny or maybe kismet
maybe there is one that you haven't met yet
you pack all your stuff in one neat bag
hoping whoever opens will read the tag

confusioncouplet

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