Wheel of Fate
Fate is cruel.
It is like a wheel where things are repeated
going around in circles.
Are we the grains of sand
that are carried,
or are we the spokes that move the wheel?
We want to change it,
but can we steal ourselves from it and change
the repeated history?
Can we throw ourselves
off and go on a different path,
filled with new pleasure?
Can you make your stand?
Place your feet on the ground
with force
and stare into your destiny.
Change it if you want,
but you must keep going
even if the wheel keeps turning.
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