Humans stood on the ship of fate,
Anticipating the hidden events of the morrow,
Between the hands of destiny they fail as bait,
As curiosity sprouts like weeds of yarrow,
For they cannot change what has been written on slate,
Whether it be happiness or sorrow,
The winds of change howl at the ships' sail,
Causing a ripple effect on every life,
The universe holds the future of mortals in a vial,
As those individuals for their future strife.
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