Of all shapes and sizes,
Knowledge, ideas and experience,
Still, all just surmises,
Somehow organized so you understand,
Is that crazy enough?
Now squeeze something out for others to hear,
Made of just a smidgen of all that stuff,
The more people who hear't and understand,
Well, you're past surmising,
For things just are what we will them to be.
You find that surprising?
Where are you now?
D'you know how you got there?
You either willed it or twas willed on you,
Whether you call it destiny or fate.