what will be will be

tempt the hand of fate,
and tear the story from time.
eat the fruit before it's ripe,
and gain sickness in your gut.
try to control a simple act,
and send him running from you.
what will be will be;
the future's not ours to see,
que sera, sera.

stay the course you're traveling on,
even though you lament
more than you cheer.
relish in the moment,
and do not squash new growth
wishing this or this or this would happen.
your pace is the rhythm of life,
not the pounding of your heart:
for you will drive him away,
like the others who did not stay,
if you do not embrace today
for fear of tomorrow.
what will be, will be;
the future's not ours to see,
que sera, sera.