In sorrow deep I muse upon the fates,
That govern all our lives with iron hand,
For though we strive and struggle, we are slaves
To forces that our hearts can scarce withstand.
The multiplicity of life we see,
Is but a shadow of a greater whole,
A tapestry whose threads we cannot be,
Of joy and pain, of birth and death, unfold.
The path we tread, the choices that we make,
All lead us to a destiny divine,
A journey through life's maze, for our sake,
That we may learn, and grow, and intertwine.
Yet still, we grieve, for what we cannot change,
And in our hearts, we feel the loss and pain,
For though our lives may seem but fleeting dreams,
They end in purpose, fate remains the same.