Misery’s Destiny

Though the times are hard and every moment seems to prove me more,

I cannot refrain from the wonder of my misery.

Destiny has a plan? for me? not true, i choose my own.

Misery, though. Misery has it’s own plan, It’s own Destiny;

In all truth Misery plans destiny.

What is the purpose of misery? Why must it be?

I think to myself, sometimes aloud more often than not;

Misery is the force that bares with us through prosperity

It folds up as a suitcase or brief and travels along

Then so unexpectedly, It unfolds from it’s generous quarters and smiles,

It lurks beneath us for a trodden mile and happily splits off

Only to travel ahead and meet us once more.

The Destiny of Misery is as long as the sun is hot,

the winter is cold, and life remains upon earth

Misery will outlast us, though it will not last.