The Tree of Life has many boughs
Some grow straight and true
While others twist and curl
Bent by the Three Fates
Who hold our lives by silken thread
Spun by dextrous fingers
And twitched by cunning hand

We dance upon the silken thread
Life’s direction not our own
Pulled this way or that by the Fate’s whim
Never in control
Our destiny being pre determined
By that triplet of crones
Laughing at our misfortune

The Tree of Life has many boughs
Each bough holds a family branch
No matter where the boughs may lead
The Fates decide where we shall tread
Our course is mapped
But knowledge have we none
To blindly go must be our fate

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