Dear Fate

A poem on the idiocy of the concept of fate

Dear Fate,

I hate you.

I detest you.

I despise you.

I reject you outright.

You are no good Fate. I am sure of it.

Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

I guess you’re right Fate.

You are always are.

Thanx for the revelation.

Thanx for tip.

You are elusive Fate.

We cannot pin you down.

You elude our scrutiny.

You fail to meet the most elementary criterion of science.

We cannot prove you wrong Fate.

Good for you.

But you are wrong Fate.

Always wrong.

There are no paths to unfold.

No destinies to fulfill.

Things are not supposed to be as they are.

Things are not as they are supposed to be.

You got that Fate?

You are Calvin’s bread and butter.

He your b*****d child.

Predestined like the rest of us.

Preacher of kismet and reprobation.

Of freedom in bondage to sin.

Willful yet fixed from the start.

Why the conundrum, Fate?

Things are confusing enough as they are.

Why do you trifle with us?

Do you delight in your trickery?

Snicker at our bemusement?

Grin and chuckle at us, hapless and unaware?

And another thing, Fate:

You are no mystery.

You are neither strange, nor cryptic, nor enigmatic.

You are a bore.

There is no wonder in predestination.

No puzzle to be solved

No secrets to reveal

Que sera, sera.

You offer us nothing Fate.

Free us from your grasp.

Let us try and succeed.

Let us try and fail.

Leave us to our own devices.

Just leave us alone.

Reviews

[Kane Hagwood]

This poems practically screams "This is my life!" and I'm completely here for it. The concept of fate personally bothers me, and it bothers me more to see folks roll over and go "Well, it's just fate." In my own personal experience, I've found that we create our own fate. A wise man taught me that the man who says he can and the man who says he can't are both right. I'm reminded of that every so often.

Also, the part about "We cannot prove you wrong, Fate--good for you" made me chuckle. To me, it feels like throwing your hands in the air, like, "Fine, do whatever you think you're going to do."

Nice work, and I look forward to reading your other works :)

[Schatz]

Glad to have a kindred soul!

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
And a warm welcome to the site Robert.
I just responded to your reviews and boy was I ever thrilled to see that the site is back up...
I am going to spend my afternoon copy and pasting my work into a file... I thought I had lost it!!
Although I rather liked your words above I feel that there are adjustments to the way this is written.
I am not going to go over them here but I will send you a message after my doctors appointment.
Lisa