Provisions for all things Fancy.

Of circumstances which I have,
was not my choice but destiny’s will.
Then why this pain in the heart,
when my mind seizes control?
Was it destiny that led Icarus to the sea,
Or his heart which leapt at what the mind daren’t grasp.

Of people I admire,
How have we sailed apart.
Is it numerous beings under one skin,
For people change with time?
Was it time that tired Napoleon’s Josephine,
Or his demons that made him emperor,poor partner.

Of duty I do pretentiously,
without complain and remorse.
Then why do I feel alien to my actions,
and change destinations of the future every now and then?
Was it the duty that compelled holocaust,
Or the ambition of Mein Kampf.

Of uncertainty I bellow,
that hath made triumph and disaster just the same.
Do we see what we want,
Not what is reality?
Was it Rome’s triumph that Caesar hath fell,
Or the peoples awakening to stark reality.

Of many questions that lay,
Our journey’s have nothing but a layman’s simplicity.

For circumstances are the sum of what we did and what we do.
And destiny, the heavens plan.
For Pain of the heart reminds the soul of sanity.
And mind,to remind ourselves to persevere and go forth
Hadn’t Icarus met sea,
Curiosity could h’ve gone blind at airplanes that withstand Zeus best bolts.

For people who hath left without goodbyes,
Their part in your journey has gone with them.
For We contradict what we believe,
As experience has it’s own way of teaching.
Hadn’t Napoleon cried Josephine on his death bed,
Men of today would mark history with trophies and less ventures of the heart.

For duty without remorse is time well spent,
and you receive the beauty of the work itself.
For your alien actions,is what you do given what you are.
And changing destination does’t matter when life is all about the journey.
Hadn’t for false duty,holocaust be averted,true.
Hadn’t for the sense duty,We would have long forgotten ever so little it may be,
Of how to greet and ways of sharing.

For in the face of uncertainty that make our lives worth living.
And heartfelt modesty we find so rare in men of both triumph and disaster,
that meketh men,men.
Of the little worlds we create for ourselves,
Is to protect our ways and fancies.
Yet they alter our perceptions.
Hadn’t Caesar fell,
Caesar saw his dears with compassion and not betrayal.
Today,we make provisions for betrayal too.