Isn't it strange
how everything seems to work out
as if there's some sort of
master plan
for the way your life will unfold
That all your obstacles
are put in your way
for the sole purpose of
leading you down a path
you might've missed
when you were walking too quickly

What decides our future endeavours?
Is it the little voice in our head
telling us the difference between right and wrong
Or is it simply in the universe's hands
out of reach from our unworthy touch

I believe in fate
like I believe in hard work
And change
And progress
And failure
And hope
and maybe that's all I can do;
Believe