The stars of Fate have all aligned

The stars of Fate have all aligned,
And all the planets formed a steady line,
Arranging their own parade in time,
Their cold light showed the road for us to find.
We were born, to set out for the unknown,
Always forward — Life has no roads back to home.

At first we walked so briskly, light of load,
And it seemed that it would always be.
But the weight inside our backpack grew and showed:
The passing years slow down our pace, you see.
We choose a camp where it is quiet and still,
We look back, searching for life’s meaning, for its will.

We search for our life’s path, cards spread upon the table,
And at night, we wait again for the planets’ parade,
Counting the stars that fell from the sky — a fable.
The body ages, but our souls are still young, unafraid.
And now the goal of our path is clear to see:
To find some meaning in the heavy years’ debris.

Each one will have their own meaning to find,
To walk Life’s difficult road, not always kind.
For each of us, their own star burns bright.
But the choice is made: we place our bet on Fate.
She shuffles the deck of cards again tonight,
Prophesying for us joy or sorrow’s weight.