The Workings of Fate

Photo from the NY Times.

The road of hate or the road of love

The road below or the road above

The person on the street who is made of gold

Or the person on the corner who has hell to hold

Lives intertwined like a matter of fate

The universe choosing who is to be great

Separated they are merely two beings

But unite them together and they become one feeling

A feeling of power and a feeling of hope

Is all either one needed to cope

While fate watches they meet on the street

About to walk by but stopping their feet

They look up from the ground confused by the pause

When they look into the other’s eyes both clench their jaws

It is a mirror of the other, a reflection they see

Of a person they thought they could never be

One larger than life, captain of his own team

While the other is losing their will to dream

Though both capable, neither one moves

Both trying to figure out what the other has to prove

The connection they feel is one so strong

It’s like yin and yang, it’s like right and wrong

Each ponders if the other is missing a part of their soul

Secretly wondering if they can make each other whole

Instead of asking, one takes a step out of the daze

The moment is over and they both part ways

That night both lie awake unable to sleep

While fate above silently weeps

The two soul mates again have passed

Neither realizing it because neither asked

Two beings ignorant of the workings of above

While fate works to create another template of love

The next time the two are about to meet

Fate will not lose, it will not be beat

Both shall stop and both shall see

That their connection was simply meant to be

Then instead of sorrow, fate shall be pleased

It will then move on to find another moment to seize

Because what fate believes, fate achieves

And when fate achieves, all will be pleased.

Will You Walk With Me?

You sit and you wait

Trying to figure out what the world asks of you

Trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do

Who you’re supposed to be

Where you’re supposed to go

The answers used to be so simple

But not anymore

Why not?

Why can’t I close my eyes and imagine my exact future anymore?

Why is all I see a question mark?

A nagging, unanswered question of the unforeseeable future

The future that lies in wait to either devour me whole

Or welcome me with open arms

I want to be remembered

I want to die with no regrets

And live as if I’ll die tomorrow

So much to do

So much to see

The world is so large and vast around me

In the end will I have done what I wanted to do?

Will I have become who I have wanted to become?

If you found a book that was the story of your life

– Past, present, future –

Would you read it?

Or would you let yourself be surprised?

I used to run towards my future

Now I want to sit and enjoy the present

It’s too soon to grow up

Too soon to go into the real world

Where are the days when I used to play school and color?

The days of no worries?

I know those days are long gone

But do the feelings have to be gone too?

The feelings of innocence and love for everyone and everything

Because there just was no reason to hate

Will the day ever come when we love each equally because we’re all human?

The unanswered questions of the future scare me

But I know I’ll answer them soon enough

I’m done running towards my future

I’ll just walk casually and take in everything

– The sights, sounds, smells, people –

Everything that makes these moments special

Now I just have a question:

Will you walk with me?