Our lives are like bicycle wheels on ice
At times we are certain of our paths
Sure of our destination
But other times we lose traction
And slip from our ending
Those are the times we feel uncertain
We feel that everything is
Out of our control
For that daunting moment
We feel uncertainty
We feel that our paths are undetermined
Merely fragments of thought slipping on ice
When we gain control again
Our inspiration takes hold
Though our paths may not be the same
They were always predetermined
Even if at times they were uncontrolled
The wheels gain control again
Sure of their path
As if all along they were reaching a known end
