The road ahead will seem unclear.

There should be no worry,

The world will show its true intention

To you,

To me,

To all.

The trees ahead will part they way.

There will be a path for you,

The choices will be made

For you,

For me,

For all.

None of us are truly free.

We are all affected by others,

The choices that they make

Affect you,

Affect me,

Affect all.

Nothing is predicted.

Pre-destiny is bunk,

The thing about the world is it will

Fuck you,

Fuck me,

Fuck all.