Fate

I sat down, feeling desolated, bowed my head and crossed my knees--
 Is fortune really predicated upon such tiny turns as these?
 Then Fate's a thing without a head.
 A puzzle never understood,
 and man proceeds where he is led,
 unguaranteed of bad or good.
 Fate!
 Fate can be a trap in our path,
 The bitter cup of your tears,
 Your wine of wrath!
 Fate can be shade of the desert blaze,
 Sudden food in a famine found,
 The sound of praise!
 Incomprehensible and strange,
 Fate can play a trick with the twine
 To weave the evil and good
 In one design!
 And so, my Destiny,
 I look at you and cannot see
 Is it good, is it ill?
 Am I blessed, am I cursed?
 Is it honey on my tongue or brine?
 What fate, what fate is mine?