Phases

Don’t tempt fate, we are told
Be content with our lot
Streets are not paved with gold
Don’t these all get us in a knot


We need to find our own path
Set our own aspirations and goals
While ignoring others wrath
And decide on our own controls


So many phases litter our road
And so easily trotted out
But be aware they can all corrode
And are designed to make us doubt.