I wrote this last year in the middle of class. I don't know why or what compelled me.
Prose or moan?
We are children, children of men are we
It matters not if we are either Adam or Eve
We are the future; as Fate seems to read
Though opposite to Fates mead
Will seems to write
Much to its own delight
But the Will does not act on its own
(much to its moan)
It is the action of We;
Its our Decree!
Though it seems fates influence is sole in our life
(and feel it may be only for spite)
As you can see neither nor none act on their own
It is an eternal circle… none acts alone?
So we are equal to Fate and Will (are we kin?)
As three all are dictators and followers (is it sin?)
Like the Magi doth you know
Though of how we could act to change (as the crow)
Though Fate seems to read
As if by Will’s creed
If we could act on our own we control and
Make Fate, Will, We as one (as if a sole pround band)
But… Ones own acts lead to Will
and Will leads to Fate
While then, Fate leads to We as if to remake
Are We influenced by Fate? By Will?
Or are we by ourselves? The circle endure
A genesis of Uniform Entity Instrumentality
Could not be possible, for these acts
Could not be possible, independent of one another
Perhaps if they could, it would give birth to Omnipotent Sentience – as one
But…would that Omnipotent Sentience wish to give life?
Would it make life ? so one day they would be as thee
Give us Will; which adds to Fate – as the circle dictates
And another circle will give birth with haste
Prehaps our circle is only a small part
A component of a larger circle in never-ending arc
One circle factorializes to another, and soon to no end
So is there nothing that could mend?
Mayhaps its Fate, We, or Will
How it to be!?! Shall we never comprehend?
May it be so, either if we be Sentient
Or destructed in our future
Let it... proceed… have it faith…
So our future We can Partake!