To Fate and Its Who
You often miss the days
when you lived on a sheet of paper,
when all things and all their prophecies
were neatly arranged in order,
while the elusive fire of desire
was handled with unexpected precision.
Fate was truly a clever, practical businessman.
You often miss the days
when you lived in the hearts of others.
Now they casually mention you
on the internet, light as air.
A truth without the slightest clue
proves that everything happens
for the best.
Fate was truly a gentle, courteous gentleman.
You often miss the days
when you lived in a desert of thought.
Talking to yourself
would soon disappear
into the vast, empty distance.
Unaccountable laws
could no longer simplify
the truths imagined into being.
Yes, fate was truly
a rare mask worth keeping.
