Open gate

Nate the great, open the gate -

to a life full of love, happiness, and joy!

Greet each day with a yes, not a nay,

and see what blessings it brings.

For it is with a yes not a nay,

whatever endeavours you bring to their alter…

the Gods in your favour shall sway.

The nymphs, in the garden of pleasures,

with their hearts not yet hardened

and their hair entangled with yours,

without a delay shall your wishes obey.

Eat that tart with an open heart

and though your hands may tremble,

into the eye of a perceived oblivion…

full of doubt and valour, throw that dart.

For death itself: the executioner,

the liberator, and the trickster,

invented the clock

that even you my sweet…

a fine lad with his sails full of wind,

a heart full of love, a magic wand,

and his wits about him,

cannot neither outrun nor outsmart.

At the end of the day,

we're just canvas

in the gallery of a mad genius

and life is art.

The question is this though…

can the canvas itself hold

and guide the brush,

and while the storyteller sleeps...

can the book,

with enough wit and self-mastery,

write its own fate.