Living

The bright dawn
Drives the surreal
Into my realist mind.

Ceremonies have fallen
In the wake of my
Untimely birth.

My clouded spirit
Was, at once, free
Of decisions.

I have a destiny
To grow and descend
Into my twilight years.

But destiny is a
Fickle beast, a unknowing disease
that waits in the shadows
When you think it's laid out
Right in front of you.

But no, the fiendish monster
Tricks all into believing in it's
Baby- cute face.

The world believes and
Goes on without the slightest
Thought of what could happen.

Destiny is a lurking shadow over everyone
Making or destroying one's life.
But it must be there.
So we must live our lives to the fullest.