FATE
written by: Joseph Hope
@ItzJoe9
I
A mute note
An overlapping layers of seamless symphonies
An un-broken compelling cords
Compelling—both the gone and coming
Weakened and exhausted, everything hangs
And floats everywhere and anywhere
In the boat driven by the invisible
Paddles of the master law
II
Tomorrow—whatever it means
Maybe an hour, a minute or a second
Is only answerable to itself:
Tomorrow is the home of answers
Home coming—a heck of motivation
Will the feast be held on the master table,
Or outside with fellow catchers,
waiving in surrender their empty baits?