What if every path is already set out,
Me being here,
Looking to the future with my past in tow,
All an average of natures predetermined flow.
The balance of her design,
The equality in the fundamental.
Looking at the constant,
Through a half open door,
Reaching for the ceiling,
Yet barely touching the floor.
Natures beauty,
Everywhere to be seen,
Everything a product of everything its been.
I lay my hope in her,
Trusting the inevitability that brings,
Happy in the knowledge,
That i couldnt have changed a thing.