Predetermination Poem by Captain Cur

Fate is mere conjecture
as decisions have a voice
inside rings that wrestle
with the complexities of choice.

Fate is but a theory
as is evolution of our kind,
predetermination wearies
of the laziness of mind.

Environmental habitats
confine us to a block,
just as wind tossed ships
are savaged in a dock.

Once those sails are hoisted
and the rope ties heaved away,
the changing winds may blow them
but the rudder guides the way.