Handwriting on the Wall

why was my youth taken from me?
why did the harsh reality of life come so soon?
my innocence stripped away bare
leaving a glass-like vulnerability
creating a victim to the God of fate

why can't i remember my childhood?
when life was serendipitous

every memory is a photograph
not longer than a glance
why can't i remember?

when did i learn how the world works?
when did i lose my obliviousness?
ignorance is truly bliss
for a child cannot know the misfortune of suffering
until they become aware

why don't our actions matter?
i believe our fate is unchanging
we don’t choose our destiny
and no matter what,
we are condemned to our
handwriting on the wall.

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