We are each
a product of time
it relentlessly carries us along
to an unknown outcome

like a tiny leaf
in its stream we glide
whither to we know not
by its will we abide

is there any free-will
are we each in any freedom framed?
Destiny always has the final say
what's that which has to be blamed?

Caught in the intricate web of time
each shall struggle their own to be
despite the odds against us
we must not bow to its tyranny.