Who
can predict the fate of man,
lost
inside his dreams.
If
there be no one,
to
share with him,
the
triumphs of all his schemes.
Sometimes
we meet our mate,
not
knowing it is he,
that
we find.
On
that road,
that
we travel in life,
although
lost,
we
may so decline.
Life
has a way,
of
righting it's own.
Leading
us into it's throes.
Perhaps,
we should really,
look
hard enough to see,
or
we'll miss out on,
what
was meant to be.
For,
no one man is perfect,
His
faults may be many or few.
Looking
beyond that road up ahead,
may
bring happiness you never knew.
Remember
to,
listen
with your heart,
See
with your soul.
Know
what you want,
for
your dreams to unfold.
Copyright
© 1998 By Katie~
