I review my past as pages in a never-ending book.

What was fate once is now my history.

A forgotten memory.

Was that really me?

That soul choreographed by the God of Destiny?

I look forward to my next big adventure of fate.

Shaped by another divine architect.

I am part of a plan but can’t participate in the planning.

Tossed by the waves of uncertainty.

Perhaps I have more than one soul

‘cause I’m still alive. And love life.