Was it fortune that brought us here? In this lifetime. In this person. In this being. Was it written in the stars? The existence of our being The pursuit, the exhilaration, the recurrent quandaries The persistence, the energy, the aftermath Are the stars aligning? Whilst each day blends seamlessly into the next Finding realisms with the close of day into fresh births Is all the allure and adversity Perhaps a reflection Of what is written. Is it Maktub?