By bebe   

Fate is like a lone clock.
Ticking fooling blinding,
Living you breathless in the dark fire of midnight.
Take it or leave it as you will,
But wear out your soul it shall,
And will leave you weary of days and hours.

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This poem is about fate and where it takes you no matter what you decide to do with it.