Fates

The wind cannot tell me where I should go,
Nor can the Fates that live atop the hill.
I choose the path my life follows; the flow
Is mine to choose. What I do is my will;
No words they say can change that will to theirs.
I’m free as the sweet dove that flies herself
Through her own life until her death that dares
The Fates. My life is mine to own myself.
I won’t succumb to the pressure that falls
From the hands of the Fates. They twist and change
The world to their liking. They put up walls
And laugh at mortals who try to arrange
Their life themselves. My life is like the wild
Ocean; it’s not changed by the Fates’ own world

Rachel Lofgren