Chance
One in seven billion, three, perhaps
the chances of one is slim to none.
Around it goes, this cycle of llfe,
or love as it is. Wandering wonders
that is all we are, forming loves that
are unfit for life… if only to suit the need
the need for acceptance, for physical
touch. the need to be wanted for more
than just fucks. Chances are slim and
concessions will be made. A lucky few
may find their true, but the settler’s reality
is for the rest. Folly it may be, time alone
will tell. Choose carefully, your future is
yours, design it.as you will.
klpprsn: me without the vowels 