Fate

Day by day,
Its fate at play,
In everyway.

Distant it may seem,
Is it judgement day,
Was it only a dream.

Searching in disarray,
The future is charcoal grey,
Breathing as I die away.

Its going to be hell to pay,
Attacking souls like a bird of prey,
Awaiting tomorrow on a midsummers day.

Ian Robert Potapoff