Free Will

Gift of free will is mine
Hence, I rebel against the divine
Patiently the third high waits
Like a night guard at the gates

The gift of free will is mine
Hence I’m radical and corvine
Living life as of a bovine
Who can’t fathom the divine?

Struggles and triumphs

Struggles and triumphs
Is what life is all about?
They come and they go
And little do we know
That this is how living was predestined to be
Astounding, engaging and free