Fortune's Gambit

A depressing angle

Enough cruelty,
Can make a human fall in love.
Pleasure from below,
And pain from above.

Obsession is flattery,
Why can't you see?
The things I would do for you,
They still don't make you want me.

You say my feelings are an illusion.
Love's just a path to reproduce.
A programmed delusion,
That we're unable to deduce.

Is there something more than what we see?
Or something less?
Is life a gift?
Or is it a test?

A mixture of experiences and genes,
Crafts a human mind.
No choice to be cruel.
No choice to be kind.

They're already made for you,
Before you're even born.
No reason for a dilemma,
No reason to be torn.

If no one has any real control,
Then none can be blamed.
For all their many evils,
None can be shamed.

And for their good,
None can be praised.
Your efforts are worthless,
It's just how you were made.

You can't change your character.
It's an unstoppable force,
And Nature's already decided,
For you to follow its course.

There is no true freedom,
Whatever that word means.
The kind of person we are,
Is just our experience and genes.

A depressing thought perhaps,
To be a slave of chance.
But this world is ruled by Fortune,
And to her tune you must dance.

You have no true choice,
It's all down to luck.
You're not the Queen of her game,
You're not even a rook.

Reviews

[LavenderEyeliner]

I can feel your emotions coming out of this poem. It seems like you took a chance on a girl...but maybe she doesn't want you. That is what I got from this poem. Of course, I think the tone of this poem is very diverse, so different people could relate to this poem in different ways.

[dark and twisty]

very interesting...i really liked the tone of it...the challenge, the subtle arrogance even...but all necessary for you long for someone who does not want the same things as you..at least that's what i got from this poem..hope i'm right :)