Fate

The hands of time keep turning.

Not once do they slow.

Over and over again do we feel it,

Each day we get older,

Lo at night do we wonder.

What then may come the next day.

What mysteries may we find.

Lo do our minds wander, and our thoughts reveal to us.

What may our dreams say or what may our deepest wishes be.

What then may our thoughts tell us.

Where will we be one day.

Each way we go and every step we take will lead the way.

And fate will say.

Where we will be one day.