LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012
Who would have thought we would
Make so many mistakes!
In every step, a failure,
Like loose stones in the wasteland.
The errant cycle of life,
That traps us in its spiral,
Continues to worsen,
On an uncertain and uneven path.
No matter how hard we try to get it right,
It seems that error follows us,
And what once seemed so clear
Fades away as we go on.
But perhaps it is in imperfection
That the essence reveals itself,
For only those who stumble understand
The strength of those who repel.
And in the worsening of the endless cycle,
There is always hidden hope,
That one day, among the mistakes,
We may discover the meaning of life.