Kismet Contract

Let me channel you-
And write a piece,
That speaks of the unspoken but true-
Soul contract and lease.
When young and naive,
Blood runs in healthy veins-
It is easy to archive,
Memories in forgotten by-lanes.
The puppet master plays with our strings,
Controls plans and courses of action-
Grants and cuts our wings,
Collapses time lines to reduce them to fractions.
Multiple worlds exist at once,
We’re both the slave and the master-
Its just a cosmic coincidence,
Meant to align us with our destiny faster.