Is it sublime that each moment of time

If predestined, makes free will a sham?

Or is life a feast where all manner of beast

Can refuse their consent to the plan?

Though the issue confounds every madman and clown

I prefer to lose track of the rules.

For even the Fates throw their thread to the wind

When they capture the eye of a Fool.

—SIARA WARNER, 10TH GRADE