Foreshadowed Fate

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Freedom is two fold.

Tell me who I am, take me in, guess the plan. I step to an empty plate.
I see what's wished for. What is held at bay. Simple things guide my way.

You may dress like a wolf, pull some wolf moves. That doesn't make you one.
The tagline of my life.

A rise has only now taken root. Ashes fed, fire's flight has yet to cross this path.

Nothing fills my empty room.
Forked fate makes a trade, a lamp to dim by my hand.

Interrogations endless, a seer's uniqueness. Gifts wrapped by a curse.

Transparent or soft lines? Both cage the grains of time.

A life pervaded by paranoia, wealth's gift. Karma's harvest comes due by a moon that has yet to kiss the sky. Why would you assume the worst?

Life's fire brand. Me broken? Dawn pushed by midnight, thwarted by a fix.

Call me crazy, enlightened, or clueless. The more I tell them the more they presume to know. Busted, never to be fixed? Whatever fits the story you want to tell yourselves kids.

Delusions! Just tell us what's in the medicine cabinet...

Like a warm fire the tickets to the shadow show takes nothing more than to stock your imagination. Spun like a rabbit hole your reality is addled by your own veil.

It's easier to say the mercury has you. I suppose they want me to see if the hat fits?
I smile as a gift, yet here I am with a litany of compassion left.

I sealed my fate long ago.

Now all that's left is to pay is the toll. The sands of time will take me whole. Here I stand weather it be empty, or a grace filled hand. My word my bond. My bond my soul.

Even in a bit of soil life grows.

FE&E 2 Alison
1ov3 David