Fate is circling like a vulture
Waiting to attack
We are the victims of a culture
That stabs you in the back.
Life's long road, a tricky maze
It leaves your senses in a swirl
I come out mystified and dazed
And look in awe upon the world.
Focussed on that basic need
The human urge to understand
A solitary fight indeed
No one can lend a helping hand.
The question is quite fundamental
I ask myself, Why am I here?
Is my life just incidental
Or is there a path that I must steer?
My words, they seem so fake to you
Your mind is closed, and stays that way
Don't stop to think, just say and do
And follow on - and come what may.
So that is where I draw the line
And you must too, my dearest friend
Who cares if we are left behind
What matters is we reach the end.
I don't know where I'll turn next
And it isn't my concern
In this life, devious, complex
We don't do much but look and learn.
And Fate itself, it watches, lingers
A balance between light and dark
Be careful now, you'll burn your fingers
On that red-hot question mark.
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