Irony and Destiny

Clarity is a rarity.
Irony and destiny walk hand in hand
Playing on the same grounds, 
Giving priority to one or the other. 
One hits, the other receives and hits back
An endless game of ball and giggles 
Of who hits best, and hits the highest 
Who shall have the last word on the matter
Perhaps time and life might enter the game. 
No life, no irony and a jobless destiny. 
Dead men makes it preposterously ironic.
Gigantism of doubt and "future will tell".
But future won't, future is time's son.
He can't do much but go forward towards Unknown.
Unknown fools around with Destiny. 
They enter a sultry tango, devising wry plans.
Lovers looking down upon ant-like souls.
After all, Time is never-ending, 
Better keep busy... 


- Technicolor poet-