by Jason Greer

Created on: July 24, 2010

Since I can't see into the future.

That also means I cannot see

Where I'll be or what I'll be doing

Who knows what fate has in store for me?

Maybe I'm headed towards some purpose

Or prehaps things aren't as they appear.

How can I pretend to know where I'm going

When I'm not sure I know how I even got here!

But what if fate is just some big puzzle?

And our days are it's pieces correctly arranged?

That make us believe everything happens for a reason

Is just another way of saying fate's plans have been changed.

But with fate you must always be careful.

It's so fragile even it touched by a tickle.

What once was now is no more

There's nothing else in life as fragliley fickle.

If it's true our lives are already determined

Then there's one thing I just don't understand?

How is this true about all human life In A World

Where nothing ever plays out like it's planned.

Each one of us travels the same journey

Down roads as unique as our own reflection.

Setting off into the greatest of unknowns

Without even the slightest sense of direction..

Fate brings us down winding roads

That lead to the same different places.

Until the day we reach the comfort and greeting

And warm smiles of a few familiar faces.

Each journey is unique as it is different.

Even while on the same roads this path still is our own.

The good thing about this journey through fate

Is that you don't have to make it alone.

Headed towards different destinations

Often leads down roads that eventually intersect.

As together you find pieces to your puzzle

That make all the other ones some how connect.

Even when you've been there and done that

And can count the miles you've walked by more than a few.

I still won't worry about when I'll get there

I figure I'll make it there whenever I do!

Some days are calm, cool, and collected

Others feel like their straight out a circus

Fate makes you make the best of bad situations

And see if you can pull out a purpose.

Ironically your journey goes by so quickly

You blink then tear years later you feel like you're dreaming.

As you pile your experiences with memories

And try to come up with some kind of meaning.

It's true each person's fate is different

Yet in the end all our fates are the same.

Through deeds and our words we give purpose and meaning

To the memory that gave life to our name.

Out all of this my faith gives me hope

As I answer the universes complicating equation.

That I lived my life that defined a meaning

That was the intended purpose of my creation.

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