Choice Or Fate
They don’t ever arm any to harm many
It is no fair game assuming that It is a rather dismal scenery Just because you cannot catch up There is no excuse for complacency Even when losing the thread
Not receiving What you deserve Falling out of your aim Those might hurt hearts and minds But they don’t ever arm any to harm many
They break, destroy And leave some soulless Also, they teach, transform So, some become tough, stronger, and wiser Is it a choice? Or fate?
If we need excuses Even far in the darkness, they will be found Luring like gems in a desert Glimmering as candlelights in the abyss But they cannot replace the solutions
Being candles, they lose their wax in a flash Their flame dies when any gentle zephyr goes by They are no gems, for all are the same in different colors Thus, we better face the hurdles from the outset Though resourceless, powerless, or even ill-informed






