No fate

No fate but what we make,

Our lives set in stone

Upon a slab of slate,

A set of skills we cannot hone,

Took this life of mine

Into my own hand

Took it from the divine

And wrote it in sand

Gave god the finger,

And recited,

“I’d like to stay and linger”

For it I am spited

Let the wind blow,

Let the rain drive,

I cannot slow,

My will to survive

Took my life,

Made it a stew,

Some trouble, some strife,

A little bit of me, some of you

Took the long road,

To walk the length,

The oats I sowed,

Became my strength.

I took this life of mine,

Into my own hand

Took it from the divine,

Only to write it in sand,

I gave god the finger,

So I could recite

“I’d like to stay here to linger,

It’s me who you cannot smite.”

From what I’ve known

You should give up the grudge,

For what I’ve come to own,

Is nothing you can judge