Final Destiny

If only my days were numbered
on a calendar I could see
if only I could predict
my final destiny

Fate often crosses my mind
thoughts that turn absurd
imagination leads to wonder
I hang on every word

Desperation always chooses wrong
excuses just whitewash the bad
then like a ton of concrete it hits me
and once again I am sad

Lost in my own tribulation
is it possible that I won't see
someone who is everything
I ever dreamed they could be

© Abbye

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