I lie in bed, I need to sleep, it's starting to get late
But I stay awake, I cannot sleep. I'm thinking about fate.
Can it be true, this idea, or can it possibly be fake?
That we have no control over the choices that we make?
Can our lives be set before us, with no change in sight?
Or does it even matter if we choose wrong or right?
Do our lives belong to someone else or are they our own?
And do we even matter if all is set in stone?
But all I have are questions, the answers I don't know.
And I decide it's best just to let it go.
Not knowing some things comes without reprimand.
Tomorrow will bring new questions that I may never understand.
- Title: Fate
- Artist: beachgoer
- Description: This is a question I've struggled with for a long time. Like in the poem, it bothers me that the common idea is that we don't have a choice because our lives are controlled by fate, but I've realized that I should probably just deal with the way things are. :|
- Date: 07/21/2009
- Tags: fate