Fate

The abyss swallowed you Into the ocean of despondency, Right above death's holler, And you couldn't quitclaim. No skepticism, no demurrer— You took fate lightly. Memento Mori, your guts finally cried out To space and sky. No one to reckon with But your aimless shadow. What fate bestowed upon you Is beyond your hamper, And what claim have you to the Messiah That the life that's yours isn't what you chose? Take what's yours— No one needs your debacle, For each man has enough already. If fate made you deplorable, Make lime out of lemons, Or otherwise, yada-yada-yada. But what’s not acceptable Is a sheep’s tears And a wish not to live out your life. If misery didn't visit you, Who then should it claim? For there to be balance in life, You must accept fate— And I too will accept mine.