Book of Life

 

Why am I to blind to see

What fate has in store for me?

Some call it my destiny

I like to call it misery

My future is shrouded in mystery

I will not know what was meant to be

Until it has ceased to be my future

Knowledge is power

And here I stand powerless

I am unable to resist

What has already been written for me

I wish I could, but I cannot see

The end of my story

Until I close my eyes

And fall victim to my demise