Oh, what a tangled web we weave.
The fates have their hands in our lives.
"Don't take things in your own hands,"
they say,
"for you shall mess up the taperstry."
But we must, we must
We will not rest--
till we aren't lonely
We travel and crash
and maybe fly
To not be lonely anymore
But fate knows she must keep things neat.
And by doing this a life she might take.
So before you travel and crash
and maybe fly
Look close at home for the one
Fate has put close to you--
to love you
The fates have sat there all this time
Telling us to open our eyes.
But we were intent to do it our way.
"Stupid, Stupid humans,"
the fates say,
"Love is there waiting, and they go away."
The day came and fate gave up
she would not help us anymore.
She said,
"I leave to thee a powerful feeling of lonelyness and longing.
I have set the tapestry
and a person your soul mate. It is up to you to find them. If you die lonely
it's your own fault!"
So from then on love has hurt
and we have searched.
Could it be they are right there in front of us?
The one that takes away all the lonliness and longing?
As fate said,
"If you die lonely
It's your own fault"
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by one of the Incarnation books by Piers Anthony. I was also inspired at how people overlook what is in front of them.
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