« C'est la vie » must it be - that life is so arbitrary
Our role is picked our place is set
like a pre recorded audio on a cassette.
You can choose the current speed,
change the playback of the beat.
Yet the pause is absent, never here:
In the passenger you don't get to steer.
Living in the natural law
the guidelines of fate
you don't get to withdraw.
Born with a coloured spoon,
The fate is chosen already strewn.
Power in which you cannot contradict,
your fate is sealed, already picked.
YOU ARE READING
Lines of life
PoetryCapturing the bitterness and joy of life one rhyme at a time. Life is not forever, cherish it.
