i jus wrote it...no purpose no goal, jus penning my thoughts. i realized from this poem wat a laid back person i am...the bad kind.


The Reins Aren't Mine

Strong winds of fate
bear me hence
Give me a reason
make me care

Drag me even
to my destiny
Bequeath me life
and courage to dare

Dreams futile
Wishes scarce
Teach me to live
sieze for me Joy's lair

Apparitions, forms
figments of mymind
this fabric of illusion
pray, force it to tear

I leave to you
my spirit, my gaurd
to clear my way
dissipate this dark air



Poetry by shar
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Written on 2007-02-13 at 19:05

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Parnika
it's not necessarily the bad kind...u just have to decide who holds the reins..if not u..who?
were u externally motivated in the locus of control experiment we did?
2007-02-20