Do we have a fate?
A life set out,
Do we have a destiny,
That He may shout?
Is there a path?
To follow its wind,
Is there a certainty,
Or a definite kind?
Are we just travellers?
Born to our roads?
Living a-lonely,
Lives just as odes?
Is there no destiny?
Just what we may choose,
A life without onlookers,
Just stark lies and truths?
Two sides of the spectrum,
A fate or a lie,
Two sides of a spectrum,
Life can be shy.
On thing to believe,
Is to seize life by arms,
Life is what it is,
Despite "fate"'s unruly charms.
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