What dreams do you have what life paths shall you take
it matters not when nature has a say
it curses and brings to conclusion
all good things that surely fade
woe is the man to live
we attach ourselves,
we forget ourselves,
we discourse in heavenly ways
What is this nonsense?
Where is the voice that brings order?
When does it commence and when does it say
Oh to love we say
But unbeknownst to us, we stay to nature.
And what nature dictates,
We stand no chance.