Fate and the Nihilist

This road that lies ahead, my hand will pave,
Against my choices life and earth concede.
Towards the light of hope I will proceed;
My path to me becomes a humble slave…
Nay, truth betold my freedom was a knave.
Free will? A thirst and hunger born of greed,
A lie from which my heart will now secede.
Submit to idleness, such silence crave…
No, linger not a shadow with absence
Nor ceaseless charge to ever hopeful light;
Caressed by countless streams of coursing fate,
Withhold my step and pause with acceptance
Then sink in veils perfumed by time’s delight
That soothe and guide, my hunger left sedate.