• Oh, you denied fate.
    You’re like that twinkle in my eye.
    Something to be predicted.
    Or were you simple forgotten?

    Maybe I shouldn’t call you fate.
    Maybe you are more like trust.
    But this is a belief I never understood.
    Or more like, never wanted.

    So, faith, show me your ways.
    Guide me and let me be your follower.
    I scoff, as I close this book.
    And let the dust settle.

    Or shall your name be love?
    But isn’t that a game?
    I blow it all away.
    Like those air particles in the light.

    But the name life.
    Seems to fit.
    I mean, isn’t that what we are living?
    Or is it just a dream?