Fate

Soft light streams in,
Creating golden patches of light
On the floor.
The clock strikes and suddenly,
There’s a knock on the door;
Curiosity piques and one wonders,
Who’d come at this hour?
Sense of danger rears its head;
Both emotions come at par,
And at last one yields...
Gives in to curiosity and opens the door a crack,
But takes hold of some trivial weapon
For fear, he doesn’t lack.
What could it be?
Opportunity, destiny or death?
But no one peers inside,
Nor over the threshold step.
Thus leaving the door open,
One steps outside to see,
Not realizing that all along
This was meant to be;
For be it opportunity, destiny or death
‘Tis basically his fate;
And he is taking the step
To seal it.
So whatever awaits him, he gets
Fortune or not,
Through his own means;
And once again
He is helpless, for he doesn’t understand
What fate really means!