Chance determines, in which family you are born,
You're thrown in the world, alone and forlorn.
But the bonds of blood, shape and define your lifelong schemas,
How you attach with your parents, how you resolve future dilemmas.
You exercise some choice, as to whom you want to befriend,
Which relationships to nurture, which ones to simply end.
The bond is of mutual admiration, same begets the same.
With common interests you sail through, be it pleasure or pain.
You chase a mirage, an idealized soul mate,
Settle for the good enough, thank your fate.
The bond with the beloved, stretches you to grow,
Makes you a better man, keeps your vices in tow.
You surrender to the chaos, there are strange attractors all around,
As the buttery flaps its wings, even at a distance, you remain tethered and bound.
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