Destined Poem by Ulysses Cabinatan

I may not be destined to be so mighty
I just let time gradually sculpts me
Some acorns are destined to grow
into a mighty tree
And some just rot, forgotten
without even knowing what
It feels to grow roots, branches and leaves.
I will be just thankful to
experience this sinusoidal
existence
Never dream of experiencing the euphoria
of fame and majesty
I will just be content
to get a very tiny humble place on this Earth
who can freely roam anywhere
observing
other people's search for stardom
and grandeur

I want to be the pearl inside
a shell
than being displayed in a cold and
uncaring museum
never dream of being a jewel in the queen's crown
or some gem on a pontiff's ring


I am the hermit in the noisy
crowded city
a cloistered monk in the noise of ambition
and wannabee tycoons
People clamoring to be the best,
the hero,
the protagonist
But I am contented to
walk freely and not be
part of
this search of glamour
and all this search for shining moments.
And if soon destiny wants all
the beings to be a star
Make me a tiny star during daylight
So no one would notice my sparkle or asking if I do shine bright