Let the story unfold
even as it is told
Let the roles be played
sans a script relayed
Let the Gods have their mirth
this be the ends of our birth
Let the doers be fooled by action
of cosmic design only a fraction
Let the dice be rolled again
luck is but a fool's domain
Let the puppets dance on divine strings
enact to predestined tidings
Let mine be the observer's chair
free from attachments' lair..
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