Fate is cruel.

It is like a wheel where things are repeated

going around in circles.

Are we the grains of sand

that are carried,

or are we the spokes that move the wheel?

We want to change it,

but can we steal ourselves from it and change

the repeated history?

Can we throw ourselves

off and go on a different path,

filled with new pleasure?

Can you make your stand?

Place your feet on the ground

with force

and stare into your destiny.

Change it if you want,

but you must keep going 

even if the wheel keeps turning.