Analysis of Wings of Chance

Wings of Chance

Fate, as the wind, knows no certain way
Its yesterdays are not today’s
Yet with, and like, the hawk fate glides
On silent wings…on moon-borne tides

Soar on these wondrous wings of chance
Glide o’er the clouds…rejoice the dance
While ‘round you still the music burns
In tempo with fate’s fickle turns

Enjoy the flight…still, watch the time
Keep one eye on the ancients’ rhyme
Of laughter’s close relation, tears
Of gods’ descents to mortal fears…