Spiral
Spiral
Can fate be chosen?
Can fate be changed?
I not yet know what lies
At the end of my days
To some fate is just a word
To others it is god
I do not know what it means to me
I walk this long dirt path,
At my cross roads
I choose my ways
Some say fate is stone,
Written by god
Before we are born
Some say it doesn’t exists
That I choose my path
That fate is an illusion
What is fate?
God or illusion?
Real or not real?
I feel odd when people preach
About God, heaven, and hell
Why can’t they just leave me be?
I think I now know
What fate means to me
On this cross road called life
Fate, to me is death
An inescapable trap
Laid at the end of my path
But, death does not rule me,
I do not live in fear
I live everyday with a smile,
When I think of fate,
I see two roads
Identical paths, two different ways
So I stand,
Look left
Look right
Then up
The clear blue sky over head
Makes me smile
Then down
My feet
I smile even more
At last I look ahead
The horizon
The roads never meet
Now I step foreword
Neither on the left
Nor the right
And who knows?
Maybe fate is a little bit of both,
At times as real as you and I
Just like us,
Fate changes
Shorting or extending our paths
Only time will tell
Maybe, just maybe
Others will follow my trail.
Not the path of believing
Nor illusion,
Like all those before me
I spiral to my fate.
Can fate be chosen?
Can fate be changed?
I not yet know what lies
At the end of my days
To some fate is just a word
To others it is god
I do not know what it means to me
I walk this long dirt path,
At my cross roads
I choose my ways
Some say fate is stone,
Written by god
Before we are born
Some say it doesn’t exists
That I choose my path
That fate is an illusion
What is fate?
God or illusion?
Real or not real?
I feel odd when people preach
About God, heaven, and hell
Why can’t they just leave me be?
I think I now know
What fate means to me
On this cross road called life
Fate, to me is death
An inescapable trap
Laid at the end of my path
But, death does not rule me,
I do not live in fear
I live everyday with a smile,
When I think of fate,
I see two roads
Identical paths, two different ways
So I stand,
Look left
Look right
Then up
The clear blue sky over head
Makes me smile
Then down
My feet
I smile even more
At last I look ahead
The horizon
The roads never meet
Now I step foreword
Neither on the left
Nor the right
And who knows?
Maybe fate is a little bit of both,
At times as real as you and I
Just like us,
Fate changes
Shorting or extending our paths
Only time will tell
Maybe, just maybe
Others will follow my trail.
Not the path of believing
Nor illusion,
Like all those before me
I spiral to my fate.