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.
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