Contra Spem Spero

by Alya   Jan 16, 2009


I mourn whatever didn't happen...
For one more time I tried to cheat this life.
I thought this time around I was smarter-
Predictability of future - sharpest knife.

How I can see exactly what will happen,
You walking back, and I accept my fate...
You'll let me out now - when I was trapped,
I'll fly away and it will be to late.

Predictability.. and I can see the future...
I won or lost ? How can one understand?
You will be back , and I am hoping truly
I can and will be smarter at the end.

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