Untitled V Poem by Sierra Staten

People like us, we're lost.
We're on our journey to things bigger.
Just passing through like wind
Here now, Gone the next.
We have control over nothing. Not even ourselves.
The simple fact that we met is a creation of fate.
I would search to know you better but I fear that I haven't the time.
So few hours remain to create something that will stay behind when I've withered away from this Earth and from memory.
I would plead you to keep your love and your passion nearby
But I know that would be selfish of me as you have plans too.
It's a funny thing life is.
Creating relationships and feelings never meant to be.
A power beyond us. A power that chooses for us.
A power inside us.