Some people grow Partially so. Instead others go, Rarefied winds blow. In all there is still a few, Those with a different view, Under pressure remain still. And yet they sow, Like the rivers flow, In the rain, high or low, The seeds of a soul, Young starting anew!
If I knew then what I know now I guess it'd make no difference; Fate's sure in the way somehow. What's important is the essence. Although we still have free will We also have a whole lot to deal.