Life

In life, things happen you cannot control.

You can try to take command, but you wont succeed.

You can try to change it, but you'll often fail.

We rely on each other for help, but who's really there to help you?

They say everything we do now will substantially change our future, in some way.

But what does it matter?

Our fate is already chosen, right?

Why try?

We try because, though we already know whats ahead, we hope for different.

We hope, that people are there for us, and have our best interest at heart.

We hope, that if we take command everything will be for the best.

Subconciously we must know this is all false.

But hope is what keeps us going.

Hope is our motivation.

But, should we depend on hope, or go along with fate.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

you balance the scales between the two very well in this searching poem~ time and fate are curious constructs of mankind~ hope is the intangible light at the end of a tunnel we may never reach but it is so deeply groved in our nature to forever propel toward it~we can do no other but reach forward . . . . =)~