Uncertain Poem by Nicole Anne Sia

Path ahead's obscure
Dimmed by certain fate.
But is it the cure
Or is it a bait?

Jinxed to an extent?
Lucked beyond one's thoughts?
Should the will repent?
Should the will be wrought?

To plunge hope's carcass
In a pool of risks?
Or remain amass
To escape in whisks?

To pursue the path;
Hope it's not too late.
One ought to be apt
To redeem that fate.

To shun from the path;
Lest regrettable.
May abscond in stat;
Fate's impregnable

No choice but decide.
Verdict be certain.
Life is but to vie
For the uncertain.