Poetry can give an insight to the soul of the writer. Or the reader. Poetry can touch on the feelings you don't want to admit to, and those you wish you could celebrate. On life. On time. On what it is to be you.
Here's Pieces of Me, a poetic intros...
Some hope Some pray Some dream One day Some wishes Will come Some way To someone
But Fate has her fun Her play Her way To her we're Not one In a million But
Just one
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Are we free to do as we wish, or are our lives and decisions mapped out for us? Is free will an illusion? If so, do our individual lives matter to Fate? Are we one in a million or just one of a million?
