Fate? Destiny? The foolishness of man
Held between thumb and forefinger.
The thrill of a future without a plan
While on the air the smell will linger.
Power and control entwined
In one tiny, insignificant act.
No time for pleasantries of any kind
No time for schemes, no time for tact
At peace at last with how I feel
A flick is all it needs to start
The acts the form my Achilles heel
And bare to all this stone dead heart
Against the timbers the fires now crack
The time has passed for childish games,
And as the bridge burns I turn my back;
Pretending I can’t see the flames.
Author notes
Some revision needed.
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