Many say fate is set in stone,
like hieroglyphs hung up on walls.
That tells stories to all.
Some say fate is crystal clear,
That it’s something not to fear.
Some say fate is merciful,
that it’ll create something beautiful.
Fate, though, is simply fate.
Something that cannot be defined,
Something that cannot be underlined,
or tamed, like the way the weather-
listens to no one, as if its a feather,
that falls through the air with grace.