Did you ever wonder why

Did you ever wonder why

Did you ever stop to wander why?

why some are born to love, some to hate?

Is it written in the quiet sky,

or carved by hands of fickle fate?

Do stars conspire in whispered code,

their patterns binding hearts and minds?

Or do the seeds in bloodlines sown

decide who wounds, who stills, who binds?

Is it a curse, a nameless weight,

a shadow cast before our breath?

Or just the way the world creates

some to cherish, some to test?

I do not know, but still, I dream

that love is learned, not just decreed.

That even those who burn with hate

might one day long to plant a seed.

And if my poem bores you, please don’t read,

I just want to know the working of our seed.