This Silly Fate

Strangely silly is this fate of mine
Seems hard to believe with passing time
Imaginary as it may seem so lame
Until I witness it being unfold as a game
Blame it as luck or mere destiny
Who would have written for me so specially?
Good and evil scrutinously balanced
Are deeds everyday being challenged?
For I cannot see that which lies ahead
Or whether I choose to know them instead
To worry in vain and face tomorrow,
Or smile and unravel the present as a bow.
~Veronica Angela John.