"Fate leads the willing and drags along the unwilling." Seneca
This destiny that carries me away, Like a river flowing toward the sea, Leaves no escape within my fate today. I feel its chains drag heavily, Ancient weight of stars already marked, That no prayer can break free. Like leaves by wind embarked, I move toward an end already seen, On paths by fate already carved. In darkness of future glimpsed between, A harsh truth now reveals its face: To destiny one can't say "I mean." Liberty becomes a phantom chase, A dream that melts like morning snow, While dark spring advances in its place. The time that's left grows short and slow, And I feel destiny consume my being, Like a wave that drinks all that flows. My life is lost in mists decreeing, In this fate that holds me tight, Until my every strength stops seeing.
