A Life Not Discovered, Is A Life Not Lived.

on

A life not discovered,

is like a piece of wood on top of the water,

it doesn’t have a will, a wish and a choice,

it’s at the mercy of the wind, the wave and luck,

accidentally, if and when ‘luck’ shines on it,

it’s good fortune is still held down and controlled by the wind,

because the piece of wood on top of the water, doesn’t have a destination,

it’s tossed here and there, until it is lost,

somewhere and nowhere, buried underneath the sand, wasted, no history,

because where there’s an unknown destiny, there is no story.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s