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Master of my Fate?
I am not the master of my fate,
Nor have I ever been.
And though I hold the reins
And hear the clamour of the bells that toll
Relentlessly, and urgently of late,
I care not now for the wonders I have seen
On my forced pilgrimage, nor for the gains
For which I sought to cultivate my soul.
I never fully understood the rigmarole,
The disordered untidiness of life
That guides my restless soul.
Those grimy doubts that blur my sight are rife
And misdirect my purpose. The route I formulate
Meanders back and forth on barren land again,
Or endless ocean. No one guides me in the main,
No one is, nor am I the captain of my soul.
Nor have I any say in my insidious fate.
16 October 2019
Rick Birley
I am not the master of my fate,
Nor have I ever been.
And though I hold the reins
And hear the clamour of the bells that toll
Relentlessly, and urgently of late,
I care not now for the wonders I have seen
On my forced pilgrimage, nor for the gains
For which I sought to cultivate my soul.
I never fully understood the rigmarole,
The disordered untidiness of life
That guides my restless soul.
Those grimy doubts that blur my sight are rife
And misdirect my purpose. The route I formulate
Meanders back and forth on barren land again,
Or endless ocean. No one guides me in the main,
No one is, nor am I the captain of my soul.
Nor have I any say in my insidious fate.
16 October 2019
Rick Birley