Red Line Of Fate Poem by Nick Leow

The fate of our life,
Strung together by the red line of fate.
It exists; though never predetermined.
We, ourselves the very source of these threads,
Laid it down which every action we made.
Sometimes passing by;
Sometime intertwining;
And occasionally creating knots;
That which creates a strong bond.
A strong bond does not come with ease.
It takes both sides to pull to create it;
If neither side is willing to pull nothing will ever happen.