I live only so that I may die
Sow only so that others may reap
Smile so that others may be happy
And crawl so others may walk
I give not for myself, but for others
And die only that others may live.
To serve and not to be served
A purpose not chosen by I
But strewn upon me by the maker of the stars
The fault truly is in them
For I did not author my destiny
I had no control
Nothing I could do in this boundless sea of duty
Than embrace my fate and delve back to the source
From whence I came
Cruel a fate, yet so true.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoésieA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
