You've seen it clear
But my shoulders are slender
And can bear not
The weight of your words
Talk to me not of fate
And providence
The whip that chars
And strips the soul
Tell me not what
The future holds
Nor show a vision
That misleads the mind
Tell me not of planets and stars
Of inscriptions of Gods
And how they conspire
To fulfil a plot
Just pray for a little strength
So I can endure, and meet destiny
Somewhere along
The path of free will