Two wet drops drip down heavens slide
Quickly passing mortal plans
Observing future events from their lofty seat
As man’s mountain hopes upward climb
Two orbs of drink wash further toward sodden terrain
Earth’s changing tide gives way
Human hope pools deep in destiny’s damn
Collective aspirations they know here have drowned
Two globular dewdrops confidently plummet
As gravity’s cycle pulls water to water
Inviting coexistence in tentative lakes, the ponds of desire feel
A splash sudden and inevitable, mortal preparation instantly greeted by fate
Two spheres once distinct, strike one on destiny’s surface
Transferring swells of acclimation outward
Now sending synchronized currents, envisioning a future harmonious
As each wrinkle travels in precise time
Poem Explained:
Men can plan out their future yet their paths are already paved. The fate of two people; destiny as some call it, lies ahead of them as they journey toward its allotted course. These people can put their hope in future events and live in anticipation, yet when their lives play out their plans may or may not match up to lifelong aspirations. The only option to a life of peace; acclimation into whatever turn life brings. Embracing people, relationships and experiences, and existing comfortably. Each person sends out unique undulations that mesh with fellow dwellers, ebbing and flowing together in this lake called real life.
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