Life is constantly changing and rearranging itself
to suit a higher purpose.
We think we're in control, in reality we're not.
Our futures are planned to an iota of a nanosecond,
according to which paths we initially take.
Death has been arranged for us at the moment of
conception, we are used to the idea by the time we
come to our ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem