by David Asamoah
Fortune’s a gentle breeze lost in life’s storm
Whose guiding breaths often keep me afloat
I fear those breaths will stop being the norm
And give cruel Neptune time to flex and gloat
I steer the wheel yet move as fate allows
My destiny feels out of my control
Is it to my free will my future bows?
Or do the stars conspire in secret roles?
I think too much, my thoughts flow like an ocean
Whose tides bid for my soul and all its peace
To drown, preserve and take in one swift motion
But still I would not wish those waves to cease
For all the chaos that these waters bring
I know I’ll get to hear my fortune sing.