Fate

Let me begin
By saying I'm sorry
That I lack the tan
Or the ride to glory
Packed with packs
And iron-made arms
Lacking the mind
With intelligent charm
I might wing a rhyme
Or maybe two
But I'm not sure its enough
For someone like you
I have no gut for blood
Or speech for defense
No cubicled interests
My body's too dense
With motionless atoms
Created for you
But, here, change them up
From red to blue
I might not have the mind
To woo you with words
But I do mind the truth
And the truth simply hurts
That you're a timebomb
I'm firmly grasping
Awaiting the fate
But with love everlasting