Been Sitting Here Thinking

Been sitting here and thinking

About where my life has taken me

Wondering why certain things happened

And if there's a way for me to see?

I know that Fate has her claws in me

Fate decides what happens to all of us

There's no hiding from what she wants

I'm beginning to wonder what's the fuss?

I wait to see what she has in store for me

Wondering if this is going to be a wild ride

And if there's a way to relish on the happenings

Or if there's a way to slow down on this side?

Been sitting here and thinking

Been missing those who have come and gone

And I've wondered why those things have happened

And why did Fate find them being in my life so wrong?

They say things happen for a reason

But it's the reason that I'm having trouble seeing

Why does these things happen to good people

Why do I feel like I have no reason for being?

Fate, she can be a cruel beast at times

But somehow things work they're way out

Even if those things hurt you along the way

I find there's no reason to scream and shout.

Is there a moral to this poem?

Is there a reason why I write?

I think Fate had her hand in this too

Because somehow she has given me this sight!