What happens next,
What the stars foretell,
How the chimes of time turn,
You plan and envisage a future,
It falls down like a pack of cards.
You pick up the cards and stack them up,
Yet it is blown away by the tempest.
You stand alone in the vortex,
Swirled in the whirlwind,
Mired with life’s dust.
You want to hold the winds,
You want to dam the tides.
But the omnipotent forces,
Sweeping you in their vicious current.
You fold what life unfolds,
As your hands stand empty,
You have no say,
What is ordained shall prevail.
As you wonder at the travails of fate.