as it is

by zara - Aries

nothing is designed by chance,
not fate, nor love, nor circumstance,
if tomorrow died, was not reborn,
from collective consiousness was torn,
if all we knew was had been erased,
nowhere to run, nothing to chase,
if life itself had come to still,
and everyone had drunk their fill,
and memory had leaked away,
day after night, night after day,
and all of us, by some strange twist,
had dropped time's sand, from tight clenched fist,
with nothing left to carry on,
and all life's purpose been and gone,
our lives would still remain the same,
the course of destiny to blame,
for life is that from which it's torn,
decided then before we're born.

Birth sign: Aries
Date created: 2002-02-13 06:46:19
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:48
Poem ID: 67438

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