These Thoughts

Empowering the few we stand devided under Heaven, Intersections with destiny always seemingly consistent, Still with Chance being choosey there will be always be exceptions, Or is that God acting seemingly non existent. Could our advances as humans not be destiny? Destiny being God in a form of higher meaning, Or are we lucky- made from chance and plain to see. Invisible truths hold my life idle while it tries my being. Surrender to the stars I gaze at while exhaling disbelief, I Inhale hope for a deeper meaning yet feel void, Hope still filling parts of my emptiness become bitter sweet. My life as the watcher while listening to this constant noise. These Thoughts.