Pattern of a Life
Cloth unfurls before me
Colours gleaming, catching
Light on threads of gold
Casting it back to my eyes
This is the Pattern of my life
Woven on the Wheel of Time
This is who I am, who
I was, who I hope to be
All is written for me
If I could only read it
See the black threads
Woven with the gold
Avoid them, or know at least
That there is something beyond
But I cannot unweave cloth
And I cannot change destiny
But I may manipulate fate.
