Karma, the Kismet hand

Life is but a mere blank canvas
From the moment one is born
With adult supervision guidance to council us & forewarn

Is our future destiny forecasted in the stars ?
Will it be significant if Jupiter lines with Mars ?

Does our fate lie in a gamble ?
A random throw of a tumbling dice ?
Could one’s life head in any direction if we heeded wise advice ?

No one know’s the answers to the questions up above
Shall one be fortunate with good health or unlucky with their love ?

I believe in foreordination,
Karma, the kismet hand that one is dealt
Whilst we arrive on this Earth 
not wearing a safety blanket, lifebelt

So happenstance, contingency,
Will inevitably pass us on crossroads
There are no certain directions
To steer in nor no avuncular codes

My thoughts are, we are put on Earth for a reason
Our predestination is out of our hand’s
Life is but a vision of dreams
That no one on our planet truly understands

Whilst each individual has choices 
It being a ‘Handwriting on the wall’
We do not possess a capability
to anticipate what our prognosis is at all

Live each day as if it were your last
Memorise every moment as it shall pass so fast
Embrace positvity, avoid negatives at all cost
Tender loving care for your health
& Always ‘Keep your finger’s crossed’