Destiny

Another Poem, another day,
bored out of time, in many ways.
I lie with the smart and the cunning of mind,
and die with the rest, with nothing to strive.

Where do you want me to stand today,
be still forever, as you snap away.
Where am I expected to be in this world,
in a mansion for many, or in a box, curled.

But in this boredom, my mind does wander,
creating art, mystery, and especially launders.
So what do you want of me, oh dearest friend,
poor, rich, or smart, in the end.
What kind of fate, do I hold,
and will I be with you, when im old?