Fate..

Fate is the one thing no one really knows about
It can be the greatest to ever come into existents’,
Or nothing but a bunch if smoke and mirrors.

On one hand
It seems as things
On this planet that we are lucky
Enough to call home,
Happen for a reason
As if this mysterious fate has already decided the out come
And your just another line
Another stroke of paint on this amazing masterpiece of life

On the other hand this funny thing called fate
Is directed, so it really doesn’t look like
Anything but a motion of your own will
A split second decision
A leap of faith conjoined with hopefulness
That you control what happens,
And anything else is just pure coincident

One way or the other
I believe it’s there
Fate acting as a guardian angel,
Showing us the multitude of paths
Laid before us
Stepping stones towards the choices
To be made.