Fate

Slightly Off Center

Fate

It's not fair this animal fate.

There's choice.

It's either love or hate.

Seems to be a mountain,

A wind or a wave,

You're a free man

Or a slave.

Fate gets its authority straight from

the "Main Man".

He calls the shots,

He pays the band.

Seems as if we're all invited into His

living room,

Then it's the good life,

or eventual doom.

Sure its fate that brings disaster

And all our near misses,

There's no love loss,

no hugs and kisses.

Nothing can be done by religions or

governments,

Its postage paid,

It's heaven-sent.

It's no wonder why some people don't seem to care.

They're filled with fear and afraid to dare.

These people hide or so it seems,

Believe fate would find a moment to interrupt their dreams.

Some even pretend to know what fate is all about,

We have politicians and preachers,

Each one has a scam,

They call themselves teachers.

To me,

It seems to be an example of perpetual motion,

Other opinions to me are just a matter of philosophical notions.

Ideas are not facts,

Some even come from doubt.

There is one thing for sure,

I came in this world alone

And it will be the same on my way out.