Is fate so determinable by the choices we make?
Or, do we end up in exactly the same place?
How will we ever know for sure we've made a mistake?
Is it directly proportional to what we forsake?
When we go left instead of right, will we end up all right?
When our choices seem barren and we don't know what to do,
we make one choice and follow it through.
Will we run in circles in search of what's best?
Will we fill up our tanks and head west?
Or, will we get lost and give up the race?
Will we still end up in the same place?
Serendipity. Serendipity.
Can we change fate?
Will we reach for the stars and land on our face?
Will we end up old, rusty, and waste?
Nothing is certain. There are no guarantees.
We just run about in search of no doubts.
A contest entry
- Cynical Writers Welcome! by bw43.
549 points, ended March 13, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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Will we reach for the stars and land on our face?
Will we end up old, rusty, and waste?
Lol, those two lines made me chuckle.
Anyway, I liked this. You posed several interesting questions.
I'm a little confused with the form. At first glance it would seem that it is a rhyming poem, but there were parts where you broke from it... and also in the last two lines.
My favorite line in your poem was : How will we ever know for sure we've made a mistake?
thanks for the entry and good luck in the contest
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Food for thought
I like it. It makes sense to me.
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