It could be said,
and troubling, that we are helpless.
no end in sight,
‘til an end appears.
God, or fate,
in whatever form you feel it should take,
veers your vision in a new direction,
no matter the cost.
Uncomfortable as it is to admit,
perhaps, life just leads itself,
offering experience without guidance,
You make me feel like I could be powerful,
out on my own, against fate, you and me,
until the end.