Tarot for Fools

Destiny doth weave and grow,
in paths we mortals shall never know.
Not until we are there,
to meet them square.
Life a terrible game,
yet one we play all the same.

Fools look to rationalize,
and the hopeless gaze to silent skies.
None have answers, yet none are wrong,
And the rest just float along.
Lives we try to grow and direct,
useless meanings we attempt to dissect.

Song birds, I think, have the right plan,
for fate is nothing to be controlled by man.
All we can do is enjoy the place set before us,
and sing as one loud, magnificent, chorus.
In such we make our own beauty,
and only then be happy.