Work Text:
Fate is a leisure that isn’t measured
It factors in ways that we display
All the time around us passes by
When the wheel of fate turns, what's there to discern?
Fate is a leisure to what my
Time is spared behind our eyes
Fate is a leisure we romanticize
Destiny we can’t distinguish from our daily lives
Purpose is purple for which we ignore for something else we wish to adore
We abhor these ideals of our fate but realize when there’s too late
Leisure’s lost to what we wish
The wheel of fate breaks to our pride
We can’t truly decide in these hands of sand
Fate is a measure that only we can land