Withheld from me I might find the luxuries of fate
\nTo trust that what’s been written once might be slightly late
\nTo guide me down a path I think holds all the hope I hold
\nBut in the end these desperate dreams might prove a bit too bold
\nFor though I seek a life of peace, with settled soul therein
\nMy hold on whimsy, luck, and grit is no formula to win<\/p>\n
The hand of God may guide along my fervent disbelief
\nThat what I seek is something new, and full of this relief
\nSought so long by him and her and all those in between
\nTo fancy that our choices made are choices never seen
\nPretend for me that will is free and a product of my own
\nAnd you might just hear my story told with little to bemoan<\/p>\n
I want to want and know it’s true and not predestined fate
\nJust one more chance to test my life before it gets too late<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Withheld from me I might find the luxuries of fate To trust that what’s been written once might be slightly late To guide me down a path I think holds all the hope I hold But in the end these desperate dreams might prove a bit too bold For though I seek a life of … Continue reading Late as I Write, My Story Unfolds<\/span>