Fate told me a tale

Fate told me a story that I was reluctant to hear.

That story is really quite sad, but not for a mere tear.

Nothing was at stake, just simply a mistake

Or merely oppurtunity lost?



Fate has this sadistic side you see

It has a little ironic side that often softens us all

The little story maybe not sad but it is bittersweet

Fate was beyond myths and fairy tales instead it liked the real.



I sat idle and listened as it told me of this tale

Just a simple one about a boy and a girl

they grew into man and woman over the distance of time

fate slowed as they story neared the end.



I waited and pleaded, engaged and enraged

Fate nodded and looked away

Its all in the past you see

not here nor later, just then and some day in the end?



Fate left me sitting, uncertain of an end

I sat alone as I have often been

Unsure and restless pondering the rest of this tale

Nothing about tommorow is really written...



So while fate may smile cruelly about a past squandered

It may also allow a present that is uncertain

It most certainly whispers in silence about tommorow

So this boy and girl you see, they merely grew into you and me.



Quintanism 2010
Kym Robinson