Day 267: Fate

Fate's got cogs
That it doesn't want to show
It's just a big black box
Without a window
Keeps its secrets safe
A man behind the curtain
Fun house mirrors and rolling smoke
To disguise that he's been hurting
Tortured by his conscious
Because nothing seems the same
All that the years had proven certain
Dissolving yesterday
He said he had a grip
But it's starting to slip
Because a fate isn't certain
Every decision causes a shift
Free will
Free won't
Fate's sealed
Or blown
Cause every step falls just out of line
Cogs turn
But what
Do they connect
Or are they superfluous
We'll never know until the machine says its our time