Chiasmus
One face to look forward
One to look back
Self stands middle.
This is no godly power,
Only earthbound.
The wisdom to have known
And the wisdom not to make the same mistake again.
Free will forms what we see as fate.
I know I walk this road yet again
But every step is a choice.
Sleep softly now, wished naiveté
Else I take a swig and roll the die.
Maybe my chemicals chose for me.
11/8/17
