Wander this World
I believe in fate
of such a mocking force
an invisible game show
to decide our course
Be favoured or shunned,
ground into the rocks
or kissed by angels
at whom life never mocks
To wander this world,
to play roulette
with your future,
to take the bet
What if I missed you?
Two minutes too late,
looked the wrong way,
and sealed my fate.
poem by Jazzy Davies
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