I challenged fate so that it serves me no more
scoffing at my promised dreams
for my betrayal at every turn

intuition squashed under my whims
barely smoldering beneath my arrogance
my obedience to experience

so what will I now do
turn and beg for the destiny I am missing
the one whispered into my imagination at a fresh age
now throwing tantrums from deep within for screwing it all up?

will new hopes ferment in the embalmment of my embittered reflections
or will I, confused by my own free spirit, go out and get a job?