All the Mondays together Piled high on the debris Of restless weekends Worried about tomorrow Always in a race Forever out of time Our life has wings Our destiny is in flight Shoving, climbing, scraping To the top, until the bell tolls!
A lonely childhood Peering outside Tracing frost fairies On a chilly windowpane Whispering a wish For tender icicle streaks To fly far far away! Her dreams grow wings Like gossamer butterflies When she touches them Powdery dust crumbles In tiny, empty hands Flickering like stars That drive her destiny
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When an exhausted orb self-immolates Tumbles towards a pale blue dot Tired lovers, puppets of destiny Make a wish upon the falling spark In dying moments, may the constellations Burn out their hapless horoscopes, And rewrite fates of the star-crossed
A thousand miles away Stars in a distant array Speak to me of destinies That lend to life it’s mystery In luminous, fiery novas In sparkly, fallen crystals In comets singed to ashes The fate lines in our palms Etched in celestial splashes
Even in the blazing summer The world has frozen over Splattered with blood Of swindled innocents Loss of generations Unconsoled lamentations Our souls so cold Hearts so numb; When Gods are at war Men matter no more? Just marionettes, petty In the playbook of destiny!