My Destiny


I am scared of my own cheap thoughts
The colour of my personal aura
These two things can give away
My selfish evil thoughts of self-indulgence.

I am worried that I may not stop
When the stop sign is clearly in sight
That I will continue to dangerous heights
Without much thought about the price of fun.

I am anxious I will not accept
The danger signals sent my way
Like a bull I'll stampede beyond them
All for personal satisfaction.

I must not be anxious, worried, or scared
Because I hold my own destiny in my hands
Pull back on the reigns and slow the pace
Heed all warning signs and sounds.

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