What I am feeling today:
Destiny
Everyone has a place,
Within the chain of life,
Whoever speaks, whoever listens,
Was all meant to be.
Each person
is one by himself,
Yet he is still linked to many others,
The irony of life,
The living paradox,
Never seems to cease.
Each person
stands,
And strives to control his life,
Yet forces pull,
Beyond his own control.
Light and
brightness,
Shadows and darkness,
Both seem to try to pull each person apart.
How things
go,
How the world works,
Is not always up to the person alone.
He can scream,
He can moan,
But if no one cares,
No one notices,
Then what's the difference
From being alone.
The game
of life is played by all,
None can escape the game itself.
Over and over, it repeats itself.
Tomorrow will always come.
Many come,
Many go,
The choice is theirs,
Or is it so?
Who knows?
Who really knows?
5th April 2000
