I never believed in destiny,
In there being a fate meant for me,
A life, however cruel, lived with dignity,
It all seemed like a fool's desperate belief,
The past and the future, an entwined sea,
An unchangeable and unalterable sacred entity.
It's a paradox in itself with entirety.
Absolving the blames of humanity.
If everything was always meant to be, then our tragedies a simple unease?
A correct choice always exists in reality.
I refused to accept our existence,
As a mere time passing activity.
But what has lead me astray, I do not know.
Sent me through time to live a dystopia,
Or trapped me in a loop of repeating perpetuity.
The choice laid in front of me.
My heart had turned to stone,
And my face a pale grey,
The flowers of spring started to fade,
And the leaves of fall crumbled away,
The summers sun came crashing down
And the cold, a never ending day.
To choose one, meant it would stay,
But I had not a single clue,
If i could live with the choice made.
And for the very first time,
There was nothing I wanted more,
Than to feel the answer carved into my palms,
With blood piling and a guarantee of scars.
To know my destiny written by a fool playing cards.
To make that choice a hundred times,
But none would make a difference.
To see the outcome with my eyes,
Knowing every incidence.