Fate

They look to the sky,
A face over bird’s eye,
Watching and guiding,
The highest perch presiding.

This nesting place,
Lies the ominous hands,
Pushing pieces in plans,
Then breaking them in half.

Is this the explanation,
For the world in animation?
Or is this a false?
Maybe our world has its own waltz.

Maybe.
Maybe this world may be,
More than just a drawing,
But a mosaic of everyone.

You and me,
Both have our own piece,
Which its design,
Is ours to define.

So while they look to the sky,
And see their future,
Look at your own hands,
Where your real future is secure.

Reviews

[Michael X]

Another formulated poem, full of emotion and vivid pretenses.
you have talent, keep it up.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Mutley,

I would not expect something so elegant and pure from a person in the picture. Not an insult I assure you just a pre assumption that has been proven false. Beauty is indeed a good word choice for this poem. Excellent work.

Regards,

Matthew

[Lilly]

Beautiful writing. I love the mosaic idea and symbolism -
"Which its design,
Is ours to define."

The last stanza is also quite powerful.

[Dillon Cotter]

Simply beautiful my friend!

-Will