Head bent forward and turned away
swiftly passing through the day
makes rights wrong and wrongs right
life is death and love turns to fights
unknown and out of reach
uncontrolled, yet controlling
spinning the lesson to teach
your soul is lifted, your spirit stolen
your life force wavers, it swoops for rescue
after near exhaustion, it seeks to rest you
it makes you hurry,
makes you worry
makes you happy
or even snappy
you leave early, and yet youre still late
all this because of a little thing called fate
