There are those who think that life

Has nothing left to chance,

A host of holy horrors

To direct our aimless dance



A planet of playthings

We dance on the strings

Of powers we cannot perceive

"The stars aren't aligned -

Or the gods are malign"

Blame is better to give than receive.



You can choose a ready guide

In some celestial voice.

If you choose not to decide

You still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears

And kindness that can kill;

I will choose a path that's clear-

I will choose free will



There are those who think that

They've been dealt a losing hand,

The cards were stacked against them-

They weren't born in Lotus-Land



All pre-ordained

A prisoner in chains

A victim of venomous fate

Kicked in the face

You can pray for a place

In heaven's unearthly estate



You can choose a ready guide

In some celestial voice.

If you choose not to decide

You still have made a choice

You can choose from phantom fears

And kindness that can kill;

I will choose a path that's clear-

I will choose free will



Each of us

A cell of awareness

Imperfect and incomplete

Genetic blends

With uncertain ends

On a fortune hunt

That's far too fleet