The Curse Of Destiny Poem by Jesking Amu

Destiny is… destiny was… and destiny forever will be!
How then is a man the author of his own fate?
How then do you tell me, if I set my mind to anything, I can achieve everything?
I asked once, and I ask now, again…
Can the right foot fit comfortably in the left shoe...?
Will a man attain platinum in a jewel shop he stands in, when his heart and mind's heart live in fairytopia?
A man's destiny is the author once fate…
A man's destiny is just as much a curse as it is a blessing
It rules your life even in times when you feel you have everything under control
Yeah I know, we have our own choices to make and we choose the road we walk and blah blah blah!
We can go on and on believing that claptrap… a vailed trap set by people with their destinies in the dark.
You think the sun is not fed-up of hanging in space for eternity with its sole purpose to give light to mankind… it can't escape its destiny; its eternal curse… but when man-kind hails it and other planets and smaller stars pay their respect to the sun…
It shares its glory with no one! Its blessing.
Your destiny will work the life out of you to see you shine over other lives…
To see other lives sing songs of praises with your name as the main theme.
But before you get there, all you see is the beauty in the glory…
When you get there, all you see is a haunted past, a struggle, and a curse you can only be proud of; your destiny.
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