We are both a pair of shattered broken dolls,
puppets to be pulled along by the strings of fate.
But I have learned to sever my shackles,
because I no longer wish to be contained.
Of course I hold no delusions within me,
fate canot be so easily changed on a whim,
but the key is to shift it piece by piece, with patience;
like watching grains of sand trickle from an hourglass...
Most of the time you will be met with frustration,
as callous machine of time drags your soul through the mud.
But slowly you will see the light upon the horizon,
and you will know you have become the master of your fate;
The captain of your very soul...
