Fate
Fate
In the guiding hands of Karmic, force ?,
directs the soul of One, on life's coarse ?
This One, knows only to well, I must confess,
just how much One, Fate, Karma, can make of life, a mess
Can it be that Fate, is but a court Jester,
played by the hands of a Planetary Enforcer,
that master manipulator, the Cosmic Puppeteer,
who leads One, to see life through a crystal tear,
a multi facet, rainbow refracted, look into One's fears,
fear in all it's colours, across the face of One's years,
reflected in the looking glass, upon the face of many mirrors,
realizing that life for many, are but years - of many horrors.
B.J."A" 2
October 2nd 2009, in the twilight hour .
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