So often
Thunk,
You have feet to roam,
Lines of travel
Strung.
Supposing as it were, one may sense destiny, may be guided by the universe, but in the final analysis, one decides actively his or her own fate.
What if
The throng
You heated deride,
Did, those same
Your fate,
Finally decide?
In that same way, surreptitious judgements, one that never second guess is condemned win or lose ultimately by the consequences of his first choice,and likewise, he with no questions seeks and invitably finds zero answers.
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