And so fate weaves the destinies
Of you and of me
A spinning cycle of woven twine
Eternally spun
Rarely benign

Once woven cannot be undone
Pain and pleasure entwined as one
Reaching forever for the past
Grasping shadows
Never at rest

Crying laughing anger still
The spindle weaves as it will
For fate weaves the destinies
Of you and of me
And the river only flows one way