There are those who think that life

Has nothing left to chance

With a host of holy horrors

To direct our aimless dance

A planet of playthings

We dance on the strings

Of powers we cannot perceive

“The stars aren’t aligned –

Or the gods are malign”

Blame is better to give than receive

You can choose a ready guide

In some celestial voice

If you choose not to decide

You still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears

And kindness that can kill

I will choose a path that’s clear

I will choose free will

There are those who think that

They were dealt a losing hand

The cards were stacked against them

They weren’t born in Lotus-Land

All pre-ordained

A prisoner in chains

A victim of venomous fate

Kicked in the face

You can’t pray for a place

In Heaven’s unearthly estate

Each of us

A cell of awareness

Imperfect and incomplete

Genetic blends

With uncertain ends

On a fortune hunt

That’s far too fleet…