The slave of fate

The setting Sun, I rise to see
Another day lost to me
As I waste away in my bound state
As I curse away my imposing fate

My life has gone as the Fates had planned
Those shattered dreams built so grand
And I realized a bit too late
That I was but a slave of fate

What shall happen was written in the past
And so when the dice is cast
I act when bound by chains
For a puppet of fate I remain

But no matter what the Fates have in store
There are those who show the Fates the door
For in the present, every minute their own
They choose to defy what was inscribed on stone

For the Fates weave our very World
But defying them isn't unheard
For however fateful things may seem
We live to fulfil our very dreams