Life is, as it pans out.
Controls you, not the other way around.
Fairy tales are for books,
Draped in music, deceiving by looks.
The more you think, dwindles the known.
The more you live, unfurls the unknown.
Your mind continues to play games,
But say no more, hurl no blames.
That which you manifest is before you,
The rest is a dream, more than you can chew.
In those happy moments,
In those sad moments,
There are some weak moments.
Moments we so fear,
they bring out our desires, oh dear!
Our desires are no strangers,
Though ours, are evil ventures.
Those that can bring upon pain,
Lose more than we can gain.
But desires are a matter of heart,
Lost in time, grown apart.
Virtuous unlikely, but not a cuss.
They are still, a part of us. A part of us.