Destiny

Rain

      tapping against my window like the long

      fingernails of a gypsy woman

      who, with little sorrow,

      tells me that I will die before tomorrow.

Fate

      is a cruel woman who hates me dearly,

      playing with my life to see

      if I’ll survive

      like kids who try

                  to cut off tails of lizards

                  to see if they’ll grow back.

In the fog, you’re like an illusion;

I know you’re there, but I can’t see you.

Dreams are elusive, impossible to see,

to hold, to conform to what you want them to be.

You say you dream of me.

And the sun struggles to burn

the suffocating haze and return

to its original glory, find its will to fight

after the cold dark of night.

 ©  EXCEL

10/11/02;10/23/02;10/24/02

Help!!  Get me outta here!!