The universe has a way of tossing us into the winds of time
And whirling us about like fallen leaves on invisible currents.
We like to believe that we control our own destiny
And chase our fate, sealing it with decisions we make
The world batters us relentlessly with change
And circumstance, but sometimes I wonder.
I wonder why some of us settle down in treacherous places,
Teetering dangerously on a precipice at the edge of the sea,
Waiting for the slightest breeze to send us tumbling
To the breaking point, while others rest comfortably
Nestled amidst the protective roots of blossoming fruit trees.
Only destiny determines why the loneliest souls
Shine so brightly at night. And why once in a thousand lifetimes
Two are chosen to collide in beautiful catastrophe like shooting stars
And to passion that glows in the night with the light of love.
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC
The universe has a way of tossing us into the winds of time
And whirling us about like fallen leaves on invisible currents.
We like to believe that we control our own destiny
And chase our fate, sealing it with decisions we make
The world batters us relentlessly with change
And circumstance, but sometimes I wonder.
I wonder why some of us settle down in treacherous places,
Teetering dangerously on a precipice at the edge of the sea,
Waiting for the slightest breeze to send us tumbling
To the breaking point, while others rest comfortably
Nestled amidst the protective roots of blossoming fruit trees.
Only destiny determines why the loneliest souls
Shine so brightly at night. And why once in a thousand lifetimes
Two are chosen to collide in beautiful catastrophe like shooting stars
And to passion that glows in the night with the light of love.
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