Literature Experiments

Experiments

Since I've only got one thing in this section at the moment (a lonely little poem), it's posted here instead of on it's own page.

A green shoreline
A cool, grey sky
The salty sea air
Leads me to wonder why

Why does destiny
Never really begin
When it always seems
To have a definite end

I've seen my thoughts transform
And fly off on their own
Bringing back a memory
Of a once forgotten home

Once touched by love
And now tainted by hate
Is there any reconciliation
Or has the means risen too late

Why does destiny
Never really begin
When it always seems
To have a definite end

I've seen my deeds transform
And fly off on their own
Trying to remember a memory
Of a long forgotten home

Once immersed by no conditions
But now drowned by circumstance
Is there any reconciliation
Or have we completely blown the chance

Why does destiny
Never really begin
When it always seems
To have a definite end

I've seen my works transform
And fly off on their own
Trying to save a memory
Of a dead and forgotten home

Once blessed with compliments
And now cursed with insults
If I only knew the outcome
Would I have changed the results

I've seen my life transform
And fly off on its own
Giving birth to memories
Of a loving, lasting home

Now I know why destiny
Never really does begin
Because I was meant to take control
And create my own end.