Basically I had this idea one evening when I was out walking.
In my head the idea was much longer and more vivid than what you will find below.
I'm actually quite disappointed with how it's turned out but I figured I'd upload it anyway, hope you enjoy it!
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You are a raindrop,
Falling,
Amongst many,
Towards a similar goal,
A similar end,
Unavoidable.
The Wind, fate,
Guides you on your path,
Your path which crosses,
The paths of the others.
The Earth, beckons you,
You plummet, regardless,
Knowing your fate.
The journey, your destination,
Is inevitable,
The path you take,
Is not.
The path may be changed,
Edited,
By external forces,
You, however, have no control,
No influence, as to the direction of your path.
The Wind, pushes you toward, or away from,
What you want,
What you have come to know as fact.
The end.
You, and the others,
Have reached your fate.
The pool that forms, is Death.
Fire, the Sun, heats the pool,
The Water, evaporates, rises,
To fall again.
The Spirits of the Elements have spoken,
They have informed us,
Of their part.
Wind, Fate, our guide,
Earth, Destiny, our end,
Fire, Life, our redemption.
We each play a part,
Each as insignificant as the other,
But not them,
The Spirits,
Posses complete control.
They have spoken.
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It all feels a bit unstructured and not very flowey, I thought, perhaps one day I'll remember it in its original state
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Reviews are received with many thanks!
Thanks for reading, Carl.
