The Barren Garden of Fate

 

                                                                                          Duty bestowed as a man,

Lies miles above my passions,

No plan to change, no change in my plan

I seek only to write, but the kids need rations

I feel emptiness in this rat race,

But ceasing work keeps stomachs empty,

It feels so lost in this maze,

Oh lord, forgive my naivete at twenty.

From your castle atop the hill,

You tell me to follow my dreams,

I too wish there was a pill,

To stop my child's screams

Agape bloom the flowers of fate,

As my garden remains barren,

Spring did not come late,

Circumstance plunged to winter