Should I not an endless penance endure
deemed guilty of a choice, in error made,
though the left path I took, my heart was pure,
so surely must this innocent crime now fade.
None can say when such dice are thrown
and wheels of myriad changes slowly spin
what will happen in our great unknown,
for choice contains fate’s algebra within.
Did I unwittingly, with my first step taken
cause an ineffable complex chain to start,
my footfall leaving a city by quake shaken
the very heavens by storm ripped apart.
Or had I walked on idle notion to the right,
would that path have brought me true love
by chance under the moon and starlit night,
for all is entangled and as below so above.