What Do I Believe?

Fate is like a present at Christmas.
When you open it,
It could be something you wished for,
It could be something you hate.
Fate falls into your hands everyday.

For you,
It depends on your own actions.
For others,
It may depend on something else,
Smaller, the same or more severe.

When Christmas comes around,
Each year holds new surprises.
Some of which are unexpected,
Some are bound to happen.
Others are due to stress,
Or other horrid feelings.
Fate is a present at Christmas.

If you are wishing,
Wishing for that one person,
To look at you,
Say your name,
Or give you butterflies in your stomach.
Pray for the gift of Fate,
At Christmas.

If one decides to act in the wrong,
They are a high school dropout,
As stupid as those without.
An education is the key,
To happiness.

Jumping, falling, crying, dying
All are due to your actions.
It isn’t fate’s fault.
He is only there when he
Is needed.
Fate is that hated present at Christmas.

Fate shows the world
That it’s in need.
It’s in need of your service.
We are the many strings,
Keeping the planet alive.
Fate comes down the chimney,
And decides if it’s your time,
At Christmas.

Death comes around the corner,
And we shrivel at its feet. Fate helps lead the way,
In hope for the life after life.
Fate brings you into the light,
When there isn’t any. When we pray,
We hope that the Power,
Can and will lead us.
Lead us by Fate,
Lead us by goodness,