It draws us together,
It tears us apart.
It marks the end of a beginning,
Or does it simply make it start?
Unquestionable and divine
It charts a lineage for big and small
Controlling strings that thus connect us all.

In all our lives it guides us, pushes and controls us.
For purposes and causes relatively unknown.
Inevitable and undeniable, like a statistic,
It runs my life, behind curtains of chaotic turns.
I’ve seen its face, through counting the passing days
It’s neither good nor evil, like a program.
It merely bends and shapes all things,
Into the linearity of life and the development of soul.
It makes my purpose rather clear,
And yet completely unknown if I can change it all.