There is no such thing as destiny
Just a huddle of chances
that people like to look in a certain way,
like to personify in a holy presence
such as God, destiny, luck.
But who am I to judge them?
I that cling to literature like to a lifeboat,
that grasp art like the hand that pulls me out of icy water.
Are these abstract concepts that surround me like a shield
more real than their God?
I am no judge, nor are they;
We are just lost children looking for solid ground,
craving a reason to be, a reason to live.
|Titulo: chasing childhood|