Everything seems dark
This must be the end
I never believed that I would have made it at this point,
That thin line between fate and destiny.
Somehow it feels like my life and I aren't joint;
Like this life does not belong to me.
Controlled by something known to be bigger and just,
Our choices we own, cause what we reap we will sew,
But at the end of the day our bones are going to turn to dust,
And that's the only truth we will truly ever know.
At the crossroads, left, right, up or down,
One side holds vipers, Tigers, bears and toads,
The other three holds all of the best things that could go wrong;
The future is one crystal orb we can not hold.
Jonesy 2017 ©
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
Everything seems dark
This must be the end
I never believed that I would have made it at this point,
That thin line between fate and destiny.
Somehow it feels like my life and I aren't joint;
Like this life does not belong to me.
Controlled by something known to be bigger and just,
Our choices we own, cause what we reap we will sew,
But at the end of the day our bones are going to turn to dust,
And that's the only truth we will truly ever know.
At the crossroads, left, right, up or down,
One side holds vipers, Tigers, bears and toads,
The other three holds all of the best things that could go wrong;
The future is one crystal orb we can not hold.
Jonesy 2017 ©
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