Unstable fate

Unknown of any fate to come
At hand lies a plethora of mistakes
Which may have shaped this present.
So which path will you fall under
Where will the melodic notes guide you?

Time often laps it’s competitors
Leaving behind
Broken hands that are held
Together with broken promises.
This is promising isn’t it?
Confidence in the corruptible.

Down dreary nights
The genius in us becomes contorted,
We really don’t know who we are
You don’t know who you are.
One promise was to pursue
This irreversible thing;
This was built on years of
Knowledge gained from gems.

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