my way

fate does not steer my course
for i travel a road far beyond its reach
cycling between courses of rhythmic hue
battling inner doubt of failure awaits
no more sorrow shall etch its way
without my explicit appeal
greatness awaits for these hands
steadily tracing its contour
apply what many wish
i shall succeed where others failed
not with cocky tones but mere confidence
shall achieve a goal many sought to grasp
constantly striving without staying down
pushing till my last physical breath
until these aching bones tire in their grave
and soul goes along its way
even then i shall not falter
for i have a dream in which i am free
not for egotistical gain but spiritual way
laugh as you may but in the end
i shall succeed