What will it be this time,

When god throws the dice,

When he hammers into the side of you,

Molding you,

Shaping you,

And deciding your purpose,

Your form,

And anything you'll ever be good for.

Such is the way,

Of allowing fate to shape you…

Will you fall into the abyss,

Or float to the moon.

Will you die each iteration?

Wondering if you could have saved yourself?

If you had not left your fate to play out on its own.

Or will you see such a sight,

Something so wonderful,

You dare not speak of it.

Will there be a reward, oh lord?

I try, oh so hard,

Try my lord,

To live effortlessly,

To live according to my dharma,

In peace with nature and with my surroundings.

But lord, sometimes we pass by the unconscionable,

Sometimes we pass by nightmares,

Sometimes its too dreadful to bear!

And every time, I think,

Is this where I fall?

In this abyss,

In this fate worse than death.

But after each iteration,

I no longer care.

I’d rather follow you,

To heaven or hell,

Through the abyss and high water,

Through a sea of blades and a storm of fire.

After each iteration, I'm just curious.

Where are you leading me?