Fate, part 5

They say that fate is written in the stars
But all that have I seen are cloudy skies

We lock our dreams away in plastic jars
That dance on window sills, like fireflies

In half-remembered thoughts we lose ourselves
On hazy restless early winter nights

We place our sacred moments up on shelves
And say a prayer before we dim the lights

So please don’t speak to me of fate and night
Or dreams that never know the light of day

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