Destiny and the score of the human condition

We are like notes on a musical score,

Aligned feelings and emotions,

Our destiny, established, changeless,

Notwithstanding our desire to master it.

In misunderstood and silent accords

We are waiting for the music to carry us,

In a dance of life, always in battles,

Facing incomprehensible questions.

In a rhythm that slips through our fingers,

We get lost in the labyrinth of existence,

We seek answers, trying to understand,

What’s with this score of destiny.

But maybe it’s all already written,

Each note, each sound,

And we are all just instruments,

In a cosmic, immortal symphony