Destiny


You say you seek happiness,
And know not what you find,

The bright yellow you’ve expected
Is but a melancholy blue,
And the promised roses,
Are merely parched weeds

But you’re the same man,
Who broke a heart to prove that he’d loved,
Took his own life because he didn’t feel he was living,

And in this twisted paradoxical existence of yours
Your ultimate
Was grief.

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