Fate keeps pushing me on,
I sometimes stop and ask, "Fate? What is the price for me to know what it is you see?"
And loathing her task, "Sacrifice existence, become as I am, and never be."
"Fate? Hypothetic'ly, what would you give to be, oh say…me?"
"What a silly question, I would give anything to be free."
And ev'ry day I ask her, "Once it's all over, will I still remember?"
And ev'ry day she replies, "No, memory is but a glowing ember."
And ev'ry day I ask, "Fate, if I don't remember, then will you?"
And ev'ry day she will say, "Yes, I will…but I already knew."
-From the Margin-