Humans

We are all avid creatures;
Lost may be our destiny, but we cross our fingers,
Seek our fortunes and we lead this life so mystical
Nevertheless we at some point rise, other time fall.

Is it not that we are at loss and at odd
To claim our lot that is designed by the lord;
Is it that things are preordained and we lead this life?
Be in two minds not for we create lots as we ride

The streets ahead; when our life is fairly given to God,
And in such infinitude we die with our self created lot,
We undergo not what does not contend the soul,
We keep ourselves from what’s unhappy and false.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin