We can pass through
Invisible to all that
Entangles us.
We have to choose
Between the safe and
Ultimately dangerous.
Some believe in destiny
But that is not for me.
The future 's not
Written in stone
So we can write our own.
We can pass through.
The sirens on the rocks
Are soundly sleeping.
The stars that seem
Solid in the sky
Are always on
The move.
The gods are
Not ordained
To condone
Or disapprove.
We can undo
The many moons
Of suffering
And weeping.
We can pass through
Between the gates of
Hell into redemption.
We can make do
With only what remains
Without exception.
