We all know where we're going.

We don't realize we do,

But we all know where we're going.

The clock will strike the gong of fate,

Each person goes at appointed time,

Never early, never late.

"The future is unknown,"

That's what most believe.

In reality, it has been shown

To every person alive.

No one considers that future,

No one wants the time to arrive.

Do we control our destiny

When all meet the same end?

Isn't the end a necessity?

Yet it's the one thing we question,

The feeling unknown

Makes us cringe at suggestion.