On a Platter of Whatever

What would have been of me?
If I had met a prophet
Who must have told me
Of the outcome of my journey in life
Who must have told me
That this is where I will find myself
After all said and done

As a successful man
For sure, knowing myself
I would not have worked as hard as I had
I would not have cared for the little details that made me stand out
Nor cared for the useful advise from...
....indeed I would not have cared for nothing
When I know that at the end
Fate will be holding out success for me-
Why the stress?

As a failure
I would have despised everything
When I am made to know that
Fate made me to be a mockery
May be suicide would have been it
May be not
But for sure
I will never have been happy with fate or anything at all

Why would one seek to know the future?
I am curios to know
Fate I believe holds out good for all
But for those that fail to reach out for it
Have themselves to be blame

Strength of a Woman

What a creature-ay
Delicate and  a wonder to behold
It's impression on the beholder
Says it all
A necessary temptation
Everything is harbored and made here
Good and Evil
Love and Hate
Joy and Trouble
To count them as mans possession
Is a wonder to me
Yet, that is the general notion
My advice them is; handle with care
A wise friend of mine
Once told me in confidence
How they define a mans fate
Simply put this way
'Count Yourself a lucky man only
When you get one as yours'

At Cross Roads

I have come this far to meet here
I have come without empty hands
I have come for what here has for me
I have come for here

There you are
On this part of fate
At this juncture do not hesitate
It may not be what you expected
Nevermind it was never your call

Now let go of what you have for me
And have mine
Let us fulfill fate
For why are we here,
On a path we did not make?