The lone voice in the crowd, silently shouting:
"You must make it happen!
But you never do..."
The unfolding drama turning all too quickly
To that familiar blend of dread and sadness.

But it only takes a moment
As you stare at the mute stars,
Planning how to deal with your fate,
For it to be dealt as though
There were no surer thing on earth
And it takes less than a moment
For you to scream in delight
With the rest of the unknown faces.

Fate

I wanted to keep the first line, so I guess I wrote around it. At least the tone is correct, even if the expression is characteristically trivial.

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When fate descended twice on the same day
And showed itself in two different lights
I foolishly listened to all it did say -
Don't make that mistake
For when it comes from above
Its memory is lost on the way.