If the course of my life was determined
By every choice that I make,
It just might suffice to be wary
Of whatever path that I take.
I already know that great power
Has brought many great men to fall.
Would it be wise then to find peace
While not having power at all?
If the joys in my life were dependent
On what side of the fence that I stand,
Maybe I should just leave the fields
And find for myself a new land.
For I know that direction is blessing;
It is wise to stay on the slow track,
And shooters will target the chief men
While sparing the slaves in the back.
Beyond the fences is where I stand
Beyond the reach of human hands.
Copyright © Tara Andre