Tick tock, tick tock

How many minutes does a heart hold?

Each cell born with a predestined number, the end at the beginning already decided

Do we influence fate? Or bow to its will? 

How much of what I do matters? Would the path be the same without my involvement? I like to think I help, even heal sometimes. Bring joy and comfort to the lives of those around me.

But it all stays a mystery, wrapped inside our DNA. Written in the sand that washes away on the shores of life.

Unable to be known or seen, precognition not a gift I possess

Tick tick, tick tock.