Sometimes I wonder
If this is how it's supposed to be?
Can I make a choice ?
Or is it all meant to be?
Some say it's luck
Some call it fate.
But if there's nothing in my hands
How can I create ?
I wanted to write my story
But it's already written, they say.
They want me to believe
What's meant to be will find its way.
But why blame the stars
When all they do is shine so bright.
Do your dreams not come alive
When you gaze at them in the night?
What if I carve my own destiny
And sculpt myself the way I want ?
Will I then smile at my reflection
As I got myself rid of who I am not?
So I tell myself to dare and change
Whatever unsettling inside & outside of me,
Cause I am still a work in progress
Striving a masterpiece to be.
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Poetry"Sometimes I wonder If this is how it's supposed to be Can I make a choice ? Or is it all meant to be?"...
