Posted in Poetry

wheel of fortune

The wheel is spinning, spinning

When to stop only chance picks

How to pick hardly anyone knows

As the whims of Fortuna are steering

Blindfolded the divine lottery

Fair randomness but senseless.

The Fates divide, gods consent

The will and hubris unite in revolt

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