There's moments of doubt,
there's moments of clarity.
Sad that the latter of the
two,lacks any regularity.
They speak of chance,and
I hear them speak of fate.
Hard for me to be optimistic,
with a heart learning to hate.
Have a little faith,leave it
in the hands of the gods.
I see the worlds current state,
I'd rather make my own odds.
About me finding out,if theres
any meaning to my existence.
Right now it doesn't matter,
lost within this indifference.