Never of Common Threads

The system’s game is

of fortune and never of common threads.

there are those born in palaces,

luxuries,

and such.

wherever they seem to go,

good fortune follows them,

every thing they touch,

turns into substance.

Upon the streets where necessities are few,

others live.

never enough food to eat,

dreams are just dreams,

they never come true.

those of fortune and those of not,

may share this planet,

but never do they meet.

never do they share the joys of life,

known to make life complete.

in this fabric of life,

those of fortune,

and those of not,

are never of common threads.

Ever!

some are born to strife,

and some born to luxury.