they say my fate was made before
before i knew how to talk, walk or crawl
could we plead to the gods or is this way infinate
is history repeating itself or is now actually brilliant
so many thoughts that i just cant seem to make up my mind
to me magic is power but its magic humanity has so little time to find
am i completely interesting or am i perfectly dense
sometimes i wonder if im making any sense
to make a difference they say you have to be different
then why is everyone walking around the same?
i guess who you are and who i am doesnt matter
unless you hold a name of some sort of fame