There are those who think that life is nothing left to chance,    A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.       A planet of playthings,    We dance on the strings    Of powers we cannot conceive.    "The stars aren't aligned    Or the gods are malign"-    Blame is better to give than receive.       You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.    If you choose not to decide, you still haven't made a choice.    You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;    I will choose a path that's clear-    I will choose Free Will.       There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,    The cards were stacked against them- they weren't born in lotus-land.       All preordained-    A prisoner in chains-    A victim of venomous fate.    Kicked in the face,    You can't pray for a place    In heaven's unearthly estate.       Each of us-    A cell of awareness-    Imperfect and incomplete.    Genetic blends    With uncertain ends    On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet.