Lasting Paradox

How deeply can I grasp the closed book of life,
Its complexities entwined, its moments rife,
A paradox, like “bitter-sweet,” it’s so,
A dance of contradictions in each flow.

At times it’s bliss, at times it’s strife,
In its capriciousness, it wields a knife,
Unpredictable, in mere seconds’ sway,
From vibrant life to “the late” they say.

Is it fairness that eludes our view?
In this grand spectacle, is justice due?
Told we’re God’s children, in His plan we reside,
Yet in suffering and turmoil, we often bide.

Does the divine hand guide every twist,
Or do we navigate through the mist?
In unfortunate times, we question and delve,
Into life’s perplexing, paradoxical spell.

How much can we truly call our own,
When control is but an illusion we’ve known?
Equality we seek, but disparities thrive,
In this fabric of existence where fortunes contrive.

Some in riches, some in poverty’s grasp,
Inequality’s specter, an enduring clasp,
Yet do we remain equal, can we claim such stance,
When the scales tip wildly, in this cosmic dance?

How deeply can we unravel this textured attire,
Life’s grand design, its joy and its mire?
In wonder and bitterness, together they wreathe,
A tale of existence, where meaning we conceive.

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