Destiny is like an illegal drug,
For some unavoidable, for some impossible to seek out.
Mysterious yet lethal.
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A certain day, at a certain time, with a certain person, in a certain place, for a certain reason,
one would finally be aware,
in agony or laughter,
of being tricked by destiny.
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“Oh, sorry.”
One might say on the tube one day,
Only to lift ones head and become face to face with one’s Yr 3 teacher.
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Destiny is like a swimming costume,
Important, but often forgotten,
Until it becomes too late, and one is forced to say, “Oh damn! I can’t go swimming anymore!”
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“Look at her!”
One might be busily bullying someone at school some day,
Only to find in a length of time later, the same happening to oneselves.
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Destiny is like a stalker,
Knowing anything, anyone might be doing,
Like there are flowers blossoming some where on this Earth at this second.
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Destiny is like a meddling child,
playing with its toy like a ruthless ruler,
Unforgivable, yet always forgiven.
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