Reality

Overwhelmed somewhat excited
Is this life destined to be
how can it, if I can create my own stories
Change is thing only constant thing
so how could destiny be controlling me
I wither away while I push through the days
Yet confined in this space I find many new ways
to show my self a new path, a gate to open
leading to the light which I've so fondly spoken
The light I have felt pass through my self
bright as the light that creates the rays
we feel on our skin crawl to find its way in.
Still expression is not as deep as human love for
the unknown. it carries us, a wicked flow.
Is that destiny creeping up to steal our hopes
or is it what makes me carry the weight of the unknown
I do not think I believe in destiny.
only the choices that bring us to our lives we now see.
Listen, be here now. you are what you do
what you feel is how. It is how we survive, how we move on.
It is the like a breeze here then gone.
choices, your memories, your love, your hopes, you courage and dreams
all things that make up real destiny's.