Are we borne of it or do we cause it? 

Are we victims to the destined or just 

Unknowing puppets stuck in a pit? 

We'll be free when he puppets turn to dust. 

Can we break this vicious loop? No matter 

Where or how it begins, it's only part 

Of the celestial joke that tatters 

The life, mind, and, most importantly... 

Do we accept the expected? Just sit? 

Or do we fight destiny, break the mold? 

Let's rise up and refuse to say 'We quit.' 

Hate the pit, twist the strings, sever the hold.

I wake from my pondering in the dark 

Startled to hear destiny's shrill, sharp bark.