A peripheral poem based on a short story I'm working on.
Fate laid out before me like some map of destiny
Pages of which roads to take detailed with clarity
A chance to know my future, to know what lies ahead
To live a life advantaged, all of my problems shed
To do so means to give up all manner of free will
And take my cues from unseen hands, paper, and a quill
My hands reach out for the tome, I hear my inner voice
Better make a good one, this may be my last choice
Fate laid out before me like some map of destiny
Pages of which roads to take detailed with clarity
A chance to know my future, to know what lies ahead
To live a life advantaged, all of my problems shed
To do so means to give up all manner of free will
And take my cues from unseen hands, paper, and a quill
My hands reach out for the tome, I hear my inner voice
Better make a good one, this may be my last choice
