thoughts of miss fortune.
tick,
tock.
what's the
purpose of
hardwork, for
everyone
seems to
believe in luck,
not even
in effort.
timely actions
and doings of fate,
yet the labor, they
seem to forget,
until one meets
such utter regret.
-
overestimating,
then relying,
"it's destined,"
said one,
neglecting the
past, and what it
has done.
come to think
of it, they seem
to possess none,
ever so slightly
thinking:
it's all gone.
-l
12.21.2018
11:57 a.m.
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Poetryarchive of laruh's "makata" phase. i've decided this won't be taken down. mainly because i'm lazy go check my bio for where i'm active now. :>
