Mankind has never stopped waging war on fate
'Suffering' has been on a killing spree
Consequences are without discrimination
The strong, the weak
The smart, the sneak
Everybody gets a share of the burden
What is will always be
The intellect has an eye out for an opening
Poaching for a chance to flee
But often run in a circle, arriving back from where they left the sting
One's with muscle has a peculiar way to put the pain at ease
They seek control over the meek
planting a seed on their minds, for a man's wheels of life is what he thinks
I, I rather be a man who is always there but never seen
The one who talks too much but his voice never heard
For the company I keep is myself whenever I open my mouth to speak
I do not wish to rebel against fate
Fate will forever rule according to it's will
I choose to let this soul of mine roam free
For I am only a 'presence' witnessing a play of life gently piecing together an expression of glee