No One's Fault

It's the twists of fate
that keep the great wheel turning.
My heat has cooled.
Now my face is burning.
However bad I may have felt,
I have nothing bad to say...
I wish it weren't as it is,
but wouldn't have it,
any other way...
What will be will be,
wether or not we disagree.
I'm learning this again
from a younger wiser me.
A boy who didn't fear
what couldn't be.
Who saw all things as they are,
passing, momentarily.
He's ashamed now,
of this man been begging please.
Like a tree in vain,
trying to stop a breeze.