Fallen so far, so far to go
I fall into situations I have very little control over The illusion of freewill does not beset me That’s why I always listen to my gut Pulling me in one direction and then another It’s not chance, it’s not luck It’s fate and it’s destiny.
Fate is not always kind often cruel and grueling of blood, sweat and tears taking everything I ever had inside of me to give.
Only when I have nothing left to give am I given a grain of hope of love just a grain of sand to tip the scale back into balance
I am rusted I am weary I am longing
for these travels to be over to find a place called home
be that in my soul or a wide open space
but I seek to be at peace If fate will grant me rest









