Fated but not faulted

~ By Charlotte Bebee

One may suggest no act as trifling nor as fleeting as play

Yet the thought lingers day by day

 Often, we all ponder what it’s like

To do as you like, to do as you please

Not giving into the thought of consequence,

Yet the thought ensues

Albeit never ever acted upon

Until one day

You awake only to realize

That the fleeting feeling had not been for nought,

 But instead finally some tangibility to the thought.

And when the time came

The consequences you once lay ponder about

Now seem so insufferably inconsequential

But only because this was the time that was Fated

There was no room for doubts, no questions, no fear,

For only a poet can feel a poet’s conflict and woeful despair.

“Fated” they say,

“Not faulted”

Was the reasoning for them being here 

Charlie XD