Fate

When dawn calls we are torn between bravely walking In the light and running away from it The pains of what we thought the previous day splendor Brought verses the agony that was served fresh to us The unending streams of tears as a result of our Weakness and failure to meet what is just requisite The beams as fresh as they seem calls out to us Beckons us for an orderly order The deity we kowtow seeks our vassalage Reminding us of the heartfelt embassage we have To pen every day, to justify just being in the light Its forceful cries ring repeatedly in our ears To underscore the day granted by leaving behind Tokens of our sojourn in the priceless present granted Every hour intently stares back at us, shedding tears The moment we waste its presence, forcing it in Eternal evanescence Or radiates its members, calling unto them to usher us in Magnanimous future if we walk in step with its ticking clock Congruent to its admonition In stride with its pace And at peace with its canon