Free Will vs Predestination 

(Ancient Greek Style)

When the pink in the morning 

Goes all the way around,

Homer, in the epic "Iliad" and "Odyssey,"

Calls it, "Rosy fingered Dawn."

It's the cosmos getting a grip

On the planet, and on you.

It's letting you know that 

Wherever you go on this projectile egg,

The universe may have a destiny

In mind for you, that you don't know about.

Maybe you've heard the prophecy,

As did the parents of Oedipus,

When they were told their child 

Was born to kill his father and 

Marry his own mother.

They couldn't believe it,

But kind of did, and took the child out and left it to die.

Spoiler Alert! Maybe they 

Should have believed a little better.

For someone came and found the child 

And raised it as his own.

And then, one day, when Oedipus was grown,

He "accidentally" stumbled upon

The most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

He killed the very king to have her.

The king turned out to be his father,

And he'd just fallen in love with own his mother,

Just as the cosmos had chanted 

It would happen all along.

The cosmos has a grip on you and me,

And we wonder at the things that we might be

When we grow up,

But the cosmos knows.

The fates are ever twisting their cosmic lines,

Weaving the tales that our stories will tell over time,

And snipping away at our lives to make them be.

And from where may these creative juices spring forth?

Perhaps the very erstwhile organs

That rosy fingered dawn grips us by

Every single morning.

With a great jerk

And a smirk,

Do they cackle at our human birth,

And our impending girth, as we lay

Impregnated by the very fates

That cast our die?

-jenn