What is That Place

Sarah Webb

 

What is that place,

The place where you know,

You know that you belong?

 

Must you search and search,

And search around,

Or has it already been found?

 

What if you wanted

what wasn't and wandered

Until what you willed was around?

 

But it is the fates,

The fates who decide,

What will and will not be.

 

And if you offend them,

They take with a vengeance,

The change to their plan that they see.

 

But man cannot stop,

From his wanting and willing what isn't

By winding and weaving of webs ever present.

 

No he will not stop,

To look for the place,

Where he knows that he belongs.

 

And when the fates come,

He'll beat on his drum,

But there's nothing at all to be done.