Destiny (Terzanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

Destiny sparks thundering through,
my life with an iron rod
and day after day I stand not knowing what to do

as if waiting for the presence of a god
to control
my life with an iron rod

and wherever I go wherever I stroll
destiny is still taking mastery
to control

as if the power that it wields, outreaches me
as if I am a slave with a curse
destiny is still taking mastery

of times in better and in worse
always pre-empting everything
as if I am a slave with a curse

and I am driven to wherever its whip rings cracking.
Destiny sparks thundering through,
always pre-empting everything
and day after day I stand not knowing what to do.