Fate

I sat down feeling desolated

Bowed my head and crossed my knees

Is fortune really predicated

Upon such tiny turns as these?

Then Fate's a thing without a head

A puzzle never understood

And man proceeds where he is led

Unguaranteed of bad or good

Fate!

Fate can be the trap in your path

The bitter cup of your tears

Your wine of wrath!

Fate can be shade in the desert blaze

Sudden food in a famine found

The sound of praise!

Incomprehensible and strange

Fate can play a trick with the twine

To weave the evil and good

In one design!

And so, my Destiny

I look at you and cannot see

Is it good, is it ill?

Am I blessed, am I cursed?

Is it honey on my tongue or brine?

What fate, what fate is mine?

Fate can play a trick with the twine

To weave the evil and good

In one design!

And so, my Destiny

I look at you and cannot see

Is it good, is it ill?

Am I blessed, am I cursed?

Is it honey on my tongue or brine?

What fate, what fate is mine?