Our own

Something I wrote based around the theme irregular orbit, I may admittedly have got slightly off topic. . . or maybe not you decide.

Everything has a place.
A predetermined destiny.
Their perfect allotted slot in life.

Everything has a place.
Good or bad .
Successful or not.

But nothing has a regular order.
We have minds.
We have wills.

We are irregular in our orbits.
Our loops from beginning to end.
Our own wheels of time.

 We are our own.