Fate is a curious thing, like a kaleidoscope,
Every time you looks around, you may find hope
Or despair, agony; like a chameleon
It changes with time, with space, with notion.
You feel it, but you can not see it, like air.
It can take you to zenith or can push you down to nadir.
The invisible thread binds us all
Though it can not defeat our soul;
"We make our own destiny", as they say,
With endeavor, determination, success lay
On the path of sweat, struggle beneath
atop the path full of thorns, stays life's labyrinth.