You were there with me as my always stalwart compatriot
We saw the stars together as they brought forth new alignments
I question the source of these eerie machinations
A cosmic whimsy I’m not so eager to play along with
Aren’t they guiding lights all the practically blinding signs
Let me believe in something that was always meant to be
Are the rest of us to yield to envisioned destiny
What of those fated with a nightmare will they ever see it end
I’m led to this moment from elaborate threads always tangled in a mess
A self-fulfilling prophecy traipses along in the wake of it
There’s no escape then from all the stories we’ve told ourselves
And yet I still grasp to feel something beyond the narrative within
Mystic sentiment allures so in complex moments of perplexity
A convenient release from the trials promised by fears
Give it all up to ever-enticing illusions of authenticity
How would you know if the struggle could ever be worth it
Strong Ink my friend!