Pursues us from the gateway of the womb to the pathways of grave. The fate to be born, into an identity, and a fate to perish into memories. The fate to dream and yearn but grin and burn helplessly. Why can't the mind be older too like the body? That too is fate.
Hope plays life like a kitten and abandons it to neglect. So through life we pass with fate mocking our dreams as we pass by the alley of darkness.
