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A Bite of Reality

We’re born into this world without a choice of when or where,

We learn from those around us through their harm or through their care,

Though dreams of greater things will give us hope for better days,

Our path is often guided more by luck than other ways.

 

We’re taught that we have free will and though that may well be true,

We still depend on faith and hope to show us what to do,

Though some may claim to rule their lives and set their destiny,

The truth is that we’re all the same in man’s ignominy.

 

We’re born and we will die with little say in either case,

Too soon to change the world and far too late to win the race,

Though time is never ending all our lives are but a blink,

Our days are but a journey that ends sooner than we think.

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Written by
arik-fletcher
Zimbabwean
Published
Jan 9, 2013
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