-What is fate?
-Is it a path cut for us, a solid true line?
-Or do we swerve from our paths, forever living in its wake?
-Whan my path is choosen, is this life still mine?
-Is our life decided before we can learn?
-Is it vivid and clear, or a clouded dream?
-Or does time let each of us choose when it is our turn?
-Are things really what they seem?
-Are we simply puppets cast away?
-Left only to dream and hope, but never trully be?
-Only to be bound again to our chains one day?
-Or with our eyes do we really see?
-That what we know is put a taste,
-A bit of the past to which our mind we mend.
-Yet we travel so swift, with far too much haste,
-That we abandon our dreams and instead our backs we bend.
-Yet had that dream never been had,
-Whether it was for exploration or equality of all race,
-Had not we travelled through the good and bad,
-Would fate still have delivered us to this place?
-So what is fate, a forgotten lore?
-Is it a lost emotion, a primal fear?
-Something new, but still seen before?
-What does it mean when one's fate draws near?
-Was it fate which brings people together?
-Or was fate that which pulls them apart?
-Fate can be taken as light as a feather,
-But what if one takes fate straight to the heart?
-To throw one's life into the air,
-To watch it dissappear before your very eyes,
-Yet trusting to let fate guide you there,
-And with each passing moment the stronger your bond ties.
-But fate is not magic, nor a single guide to life.
-A fool lives trusting fate alone.
-Fate cannot always save you from the tip of a knife,
-The decision of what to do must be your own.
-Let fate be your guide, your teacher.
-Let it be you though who finds your own way.
-A path may be already made, so add your own feature.
-Let not the stone remain where it lay.
-Do not simply dream, but live your goal.
-Never concede, live the day.
-Search deep and find the answer inside your soul,
-Then you can ask and see what fate has to say.
Brett Bouley 7-30-1999

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