The concept of controlling destiny
Is oft imagined as a gift that’s brought
By the ability to do a deed
Not by some mishap, but with conscious thought.
Some love believing that our gifts and our
Existence in and of itself were made
By some unplanned occurrences. There’s po’er
Disclaimed when foll’wing stars without an aim.
Command, not spontaneity, and will
For self-control fuse in the heads of those
Infatuated with fact. Hate to fill
Their minds with the nonsensical unknowns.
But there is beauty found in walking with
The stars, but being mindless is not bliss.