Fate Poem by Karan Prime

Beyond this mist, I cannot see..
Memories binding me to the past,
And fate wanting to control me till my spirits last.
In this uncertain present, O Puppeteer,
Give me my wings, for I long to be free….

My prayers always seemed too little, too late,
The heavens seemed to have forgotten me,
But it is now that I realize,
Fate was just an alibi,
Created by my mind,
To mask my weaknesses,
To exaggerate my pride…

So let us break free from the shackles of our destiny,
For the strings of fate exist not..
The whole universe is just a game of probability
So let's march on my friend,
From our chaos to infinity…