Marionette of Fate

Ah, Fate,
how I loathe your fickle fingers—
those damned, capricious hands
that pull my puppet strings.

Why must I be so?
Why must I go through
this pleasurable torment
known as Life,
just as every other being does?

Nevertheless,
because you, Fate,
have made me so,
I must live it
the way you laid my path,
the way you wrote my play.

I shall see
how you
puppeteer me.