Fate, Our Fickle Friend
If we knew just what our fate would be,
we’d live in a state of misery.
The not-knowing gives us peace of mind.
And that’s how most of us try to find
the will to go on one day at a time,
one step after another which we climb.
If we knew in our hearts how to love
we’d be at peace and rise above
all joy or pain that comes to all.
One brick at a time we’d climb each wall
and forget about fate, our fickle friend
and never worry about how we’ll end.
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