Fell and found that the poster child of fate was faceless
Ran toward the hoard and screamed we’re all destined for greatness
Eternal joy employed by predetermined sacred placement
Do you hold the key to be free and truly fulfilled?
Or do you believe that it’s not up to you to keep your water cup distilled?
Must we kill tendencies? Burn the shedded skin of makeshift archetypes
Surrendering your energies the weightless light inside will make this painless