Predestination

A poem

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Does your heart yearn for the unseen?
A kind of unseated deep love,
Something so distant but yet so close,
It touches your soul,
Like the venae cavae are to your heart.

Our soul has seen the Book of Destiny,
It knows our fate.
But our mind can’t fathom it,
A code it cannot discern until it happens,
Then it knows.

Destiny, a hidden truth,
Like a dream that disappears when you wake up,
A mirage,
A déjà vu.

You worry, but your soul knows,
it will guide you.
Even in the chaos,
It knows.