Random poem - A Future Ahead

A twinge of fate
And I'll be late
So much time
none is prime

Chances and choices
They all have their voices
With which they speak
To give you a peek

Lies and truth
Woven together, so smooth
Far, far away
The differences lay

Beyond our sight
And that is our plight
To walk ahead
Into the dread

On nothing but trust
That could turn us to dust
And yet its normal
So why go formal?