Fate Be My Own
In the past
We both have spoken-
This love is but a token:
I do not believe in fate,
in this life
Our path we make.
Neither above
Nor down below,
Is there a God
Our seeds to sow.
We make our way
As best we can,
You for you
And I for I
We do our best
To just get by.
And should you find me
To be harsh or cold,
Reality is what
Constructed my mold.
I don’t back down
Nor will I see
The chances of
A second life;
All souls live
And all souls die;
Hence why should one
Believe a lie.
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