Confronting Fate

Changes force a confrontation, unraveling these paths,
salvaging threads of truth from a reality that masks.
I swim through currents, where the chosen few
are clones of fate—cold, untrue.

Thrown into a world where beats are lost,
a heart that’s evicted, at an emotional cost.
Stripped of warmth, left to drift,
a soul unmoored, a spirit adrift.

Provoking destinations I can’t foresee,
yet justice calls, relentless, haunting me.
Hit the pavement, where shadows play,
finding solace in hate that clears the way.

Rectified in rage, a fire reborn,
a phoenix rising from a life forlorn.
For in this confrontation, I find my voice,
to swim against the tide, to make my choice.

The clones march on, hollow and blind,
while I break free, leaving them behind.
I choose the struggle, the fight, the pain—
for only through this can I reclaim.

Salvage the truth, embrace the strife,
for it’s through the darkness I find my life.
Changes force me to confront, to face
the haunting echoes, the hollow space.

But I won’t be broken, I won’t bow down,
I’ll wear my scars like a twisted crown.
For in the end, it’s the fight I crave,
to rise above the fate they gave.

So hit the pavement, let the fire ignite,
a rebel soul that refuses to die.
Rectified through hate, redeemed in love,
I’ll carve my path, no matter how rough.