"Occasionally"
Fate, you're way too inconsistent;
I don't know if I should trust you.
So long I've been independent,
But events just come; and I muse.
How too often it all happens,
Involving two plain kinds of worlds.
My sense I'm trying to maintain,
But then the tables would just turn.
O Fate, you love to play with life
And shape it to your wants freely!
I shower myself with remorseful knives,
For the frequence's too occasionally.
