The gods may roll the dice

The day we met again, the astrologers told me to avoid who came, that there would be a temptation. If it would have been another day it would have changed everything. But like an idiot you always show up at the wrong time, every time. Star-crossed lovers, now I know the meaning. I’d have to rebel against past and future lives just to be with you. Karma says we’re not supposed to be together, but you’d disagree: you’d fight the gods, the rolling of the dice, their decisions cold as ice. The winner takes it all, the loser falls.

You’re always on the right side of social grace, but on the wrong side of fate. In a way I admire that you are willing to break the rules, like Prometheus you steal the fire and foolishly, naively ignore the consequences. I am too old now, too bound by the judgement of Saturn. But friend, I hope you never lose your fire.