Destiny Of My Life
Lately I've been asking and thinking to myself about my own destiny....
I've been trying to sleep or should I say rest to lower my vanity,
And exceed the standards and the views of my purity
My destiny has lately been blurring,
Yet I still have been dreaming about it, very surprising,
And more like in a way thriving...
My destiny sometimes has been blocked and lacks some of its morality,
I don't know how I will understand it.
I never know what I am destined for in this society,
But to me its like a huge bible verse,
That's being read upside down
and awakens me at midnight,
My destiny is like a lit candle being blown in the wind
It just keeps blowing on and off in my mind.
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