Thursday, 5 February 2015

The Ancestors Grail

Disappointed Disapproving
Discontented with ones state
As if it ever could be written
Or predictable like fate

I prefer to think that destiny
Is best defined in give and take
Food for thought forever sought
So many ways to bake ones cake

Look upon our limitations
As rocky fortresses we breach
To not be prone to comfort zone
When pray and pleadings we beseech

A game of strife the game of life
One cannot live it by the letter
To not be chained by nothing gained
Never changing for the better

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