You have always been a mystery box....
With surprises...filled with Joy... Sorrow....Pain...Love...Hatred...
The master of all creation...
Every moment is a new beginning with you...
While you also accompany an end to the old....
Your unique mix for each nomad.... is what makes you "you"...
some may call you "life" while other few call you "fate"....
but I call you  "the master of arts"...
playing as though we were meant to be your puppets....
puppets of the earth...
Well... I choose to disobey you...
Destroy your good friend who brings a tear to my eye...
Banish her from the face of the earth...
Sorrow or Sadness either way you have no way with me...
I have built my army against you...
the fear of failure fills me too....