Does predestined fate truly exist?
Or is it merely a consoling excuse to
Procrastinate actions, believing that,
Something momentous awaits on our path ahead.
Or are we the protagonists,
of this presumed destiny skit,
Unconsciously enacting our roles,
Giving the skit play a blissful hit .
Or is it a narrative that is,
Not written for us, but by us.
But then, how do we find our family,
Recognize our soulmate in a stranger?
Or is it our luck that determines,
Commanding on all we undergo,
Through every twist and turn,
In this race of life.
Or is it an accident imparting lessons,
On us in form of wounded injury,
Urging us to rise on our own,
Through the storms of life .
Or maybe destiny is our partner,
A wellspring of hope in joy and sorrow.
It's in the choices that we mold,
Our destiny lies, shaping our tomorrow.
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