Ah!  Fate we meet again
The first time                  
for the last time!            
             Just kidding!
                              But seriously
                                     would you like to play a game?
                                   It was Fate that brought us
                                  to this little known vale
                                           over wild forested hills
                                       through the harshest gale
                                                 twists and turns
                                  as life is wont to provide
                an assist to Fate's great amusement
                                             another way to trip us up
                      throw us together
                         perhaps forever
                       always held back
               by our own obstacles
                               if one path is blocked by roots
                  then the other is on fire
              so we climb the trees
                    ease out on the branches
                         going on our separate ways
                                                   one path to another as we see
                                  the clearness of them
                           and they are none the same
                    for all of us
                            despite our traveling them together
                  if for just a while
                  quickly we go
                        as we see our escapes
                                   drop down to the loam
race away from the track
            never knowing it was still
                                            our path
                                                     the only path we knew
                                   the only one we could ever know
                   so many interconnected ways
all of them watched by Fate          
just waiting for us                          
simply, silently, waiting              
for us to look at the trials              
tribulations in our path
                 to lose all our heart
                                to stop the race
to sit down
and to die        
                                      for that is how it happens
           dear children
                          when we stop carrying on
                            perhaps it is not a loss of heart
                        not in the end
                             perhaps it is weariness
                               when this is no longer a game
                           and seeing Fate as an old friend
whose hand we reach for
even as the lights grow dim
when there is nothing left to run from
or to run towards
when all has finally come to peace
                                     a peace of our own making
a treaty with Fate
because in them we have trusted      
by their very inevitability          
     that our paths will cross again.