We are just patterns, repeating and cyclic
Fate, you may call it, the laws of physics
And just as stars are born to die
The universe's plans trap you and I

Atoms are spheres orbiting spheres
Like solar systems; consistency appears
They have no choice in their reactions
Seeking equilibrium, an abstract attraction

Protecting its uniqueness aggressively
Life experiences itself subjectively
But other than that, we are all the same
In the illusion of choice, we don't pave our way

Life can't choose its nature or nurture
It's connected in this universal fervor
We're bound to the force of everything
And are ignorant to what reality brings