#2

life is like a blank canvas
to inscribe and erase
to dictate how life is carved out
yet to be dictated
an ironic link of cosmic disorder
an entangled web of life
to cross paths with the past, present and future
a star-crossed dejavu
karma we breathe
retribution we are bound to.

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#3

she breathes a new leash of life
to turn the paper over and start afresh
life is what you make of it
to live within the cosmic divinity
to withdraw from self-denial
to escape from idealism into realism

Let I, the simple marionete
return to my 'designated life'
as the strings pull
to dictate which way I go.