Friday, December 4, 2015

Life - Lachesism

Life - Lachesism

From the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

For a million years we’ve watched the sky
and huddled in fear.
But somehow you still find yourself
quietly rooting for the storm.

As if a part of you is tired of waiting,
wondering when the world will fall apart
—by lot, by fate, by the will of the gods—
almost daring them to grant your wish.

But really you can wish all you want,
because life is a game of chance.
And each passing day
is another flip of the coin.

Who could blame us for wanting to be there when it lands?