I had kind of
Wished
That everything
In my life
Were laid out
In a straight
Simple to follow line
That I
Couldn't mistake
The road signs
All along the path
I was
Meant to
Take
I guess
Fate's ways
Aren't like mine
Or was I meant
To take
This turn
Coming up?
What if I didn't?
Would anything change in my life?
In my eyes
It's seemed
That every road
And every path
I took
Led me to the
Same dark place
Every time
I wondered
Intently
Had fate died
A final death?
If we're
Supposed to
Write all our wrongs
With our
Own hands
What are we supposed to do?
Had fate been
Written
On the back
Of a cocktail napkin
And then tossed
Into some cosmic waste bin?
This
Is the
Story
Written
But never read
Hello
My friend
All the
Same
Goodbye in
The end