A life preordained with a never changing path

Every choice you make ridiculed right to the last

Freewill just an illusion

Control a fleeting hope

Is this what they mean by fate

or is fate itself a joke

The dreamers cry out for the things they can’t reach

For the endless possibilities that lie at their feet

How can a life be so controlled

Be marked before it’s begun

What’s the point of competition

If the competition is already won

Your path cannot be chosen

By anyone but you

but only by believing will you make that dream come true

Be a free spirit

Guided by your own hand

Carve your own path

And be your own man

Fate is not a restriction

Or an end on it’s own

Just a stop on our journey destination unknown

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