Life is what I make it, that is what I'm told
But is it true, or just a lie for me to grab ahold?
I have dreams, high goals
But I fear my fate was told long ago
It is my decision to sink or fly
And I'm told, no goal is too high
I feel the possibility of failure
Anchoring me down
Without even a fight, I walk away from the light
And lead a simple life
But something's just not right
So I stand on my ship
Looking onward to my shore
Where all my desires are stored
I press up, bearing the weight
Ready to beat and maybe defeat
This thing they call fate

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