Fate

Fate has brought me to my knees
No longer wanting to say the words �pretty please�.
Screaming for someone to help me out
Wrapped, encased in my own self-doubt.
Thoughts circulating through my head
Ignoring all that I�ve ever said.
Pressured to do what must be done
A race that�s never finished and never won.
I pray to break free of its grasp
But these thoughts of mine they never last.
How can I beak away from what�s been set?
Tiresome tasks never to be met.
And with no comprehension of what�s wrong or right
I�ll continue without my sight.
So fate has brought me to my knees
Screaming my last �pretty please�.
© Kristel. S 2003