Seconds passed, minutes flew,hours left, still yet it is unfathomable.

It may not seem weird but there is an iota of something that is unusual or feel unusual,

Only few get a glimpse,

And among them only a raindrop can comprehend it.

It is called fate, no one can know its original state,

It can be guessed but hard to be assessed,

Ridiculous right?,yes of course fret not

We all are going to eventually have a taste.

Everything feels normal, until the abnormal occurs,

Without a doubt, it is rarely noticed till it reoccurs,

We then connect the dots to make a clue.

 How disheartening it is that fate can be bad to the good and good to the bad,

Perplexing to the free minded, anticipated by the meticulous,

We all hope at fate's end we don't grope ,

Because it'll be hard to cope.