If fate is fact
Then is life fiction
Written by God
Our daily affliction.
If our destiny is death
With life sandwiched in between
Is life free choice or someone else’s dream?
Or is it a scheme?
A set level on a platform game
Perhaps freedom isn’t real
We are slaves to karma
We don’t define our lives they have already been defined
Time is a certain answer, choice a question?
Philosophers then should know their own destination
Who has defined our character if fate or destiny exists?
Is it circumstance that guides our hand or actions
Either way what is fates desire?
To throw us into the fire
To see how we turn out
Was there any doubt?
When black is the new white
When the TV doesn’t sell shite
When the stars go out in the heavens
When I win on the slot machine with lucky sevens
When money doesn’t rule the world
When racism is no longer spoken
When mankind truly sees and is not broken
When we are one
Under one nation one Kingdom of love and of hope
It will be time to stop the clocks.
In Sharp edged longing
I find no belonging
No home in freedom
No place in my heart.
I was better at the start
Life cannot be defined
by a shopping carts
or bank accounts
It’s the moments we shared
I haven’t disarmed my karma
If life is a bird I never meant to harm her
But my be spoken promises
Have turned to nothing but death
I try to hold onto my breath,
my life ill conceived
Gets lost like between the pen and the mind
and I am left blind behind the absent truth
I am cut aloof.