Destiny

Those wandering souls,
& longing hearts?
Those unforeseen ends,
& unwanted starts?

Those unsaid things,

& unheard things said?

Those burning regrets,

& those debts unpaid?

They all are but questions,

meant to be;

So Is all of this a part,

of destiny?

Those empty voids in,

life lived so far?

Those expecting doors,

all kept ajar?

Those eager windows,

kept sans the blinds?

Those tender spots,

one rarely finds?

Unexplained are these,

we all agree;

Why is this all a part,

of destiny?

Those fulfilled smiles,

yet empty space?

Those headless dives,

into stupid race?

Those wounds so numb,

devoid of pain?

Those barren lands,

in the pouring rain?

Are these conflicts that,

No one can see?

How is this all a part,

Of destiny?

Those verse in this rhyme,

that make no sense?

Those blissful moments,

that felt so tense?

Those ironies that come,

in the walk of life?

Those days wasted,

all turned to strife?

Fool all those who,

let themselves be;

But it can't be a part,

of destiny.