Against the Pale I railed and railed
only to see I was not winning.
So I took another tack and sailed
and saw my same self grinning.
I cast strange eyes upon the trail
that was a new beginning.
I looked with eyes of others
to see what I had missed,
I learned that my forbears and brothers
had won and lost with risk.
So I betook to challenge fate,
and ride the wind of change;
I learned our fate is ours alone and is not prearranged.
We take our lives and dreams into another land,
and ride the wind and song of fate into our own two hands.
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