An ebb, a flow,

It’s a feeling unknown.

A sway, a breeze,

It’s an unchanging thing.

Opportunities come, opportunities go.

It’s up to you to disturb the flow.

Will you swim, or will you float,

It’s all up to you, all your own.

What are you, Fate or Freewill?

Who are you to know either?

Do you need a sign? Or do

You make it on your own?

An ebb, a flow,

It’s a feeling unknown.

A sway, a breeze,

It’s an unchanging thing.