yours, mine, his, hers;
are all essentially parallel timelines,
coursing out into the darkness of fate & destiny.
If, and only ‘if’,
we are ever, even truly fortunate enough,
to be mentioned amongst the, quite selective pages
of mankind’s long(or relatively short, depending on how exactly you look at the matter), infinitely charged with chronological history,
props to us then, huh?
Now, what each of these ‘destinies’ may, or may not be, is typically subject to debate among future generations of OUR species.
A species, as morally corrupted, as it is
and altogether absolutely brilliant,
in all honesty.