We can pass through Invisible to all that Entangles us. We have to choose Between the safe and Ultimately dangerous. Some believe in destiny But that is not for me. The future 's not Written in stone So we can write our own. We can pass through. The sirens on the rocks Are soundly sleeping. The stars that seem Solid in the sky Are always on The move. The gods are Not ordained To condone Or disapprove. We can undo The many moons Of suffering And weeping. We can pass through Between the gates of Hell into redemption. We can make do With only what remains Without exception.