There are forces we cannot understand,
That we can hardly comprehend.
Some sought it to no avail,
Yet some have it thrust upon them.
It is a thing tricky and fickle,
Only bestowed and never founded.
It ties the strings and weaves the fabric,
Moments twist and turn for all.
A lucky draw can make things fine,
A sudden collapse can revert it all.
No one knows the reason why,
It just happens and that’s all we know.
If only I have a grasp of the scissors,
To change and reduce grief and regret.
But I cannot, yet I shall not weep,
As I find a needle and thread my way.
