Not Meant to Be
Why do we sometimes die when we are still alive?
We always have a choice, a chance to fail or thrive.
Why do we lose all hope?
Why don't we ever take action?
We believe in a lie called "destiny,"and it is such a distraction.
There's no such thing as "destiny".
It's up to you to decide.
We should be making our own choices.
The paths and doors are open wide.
We say, "Some things are meant to be,"
and we just sit at home in fear.
Fear of the unknown future.
What's "meant to be" isn't always very clear.
We forget that we have free will.
There's always time to change.
We can always change our "destiny,"no matter how crazy or strange.
But sometimes we're unrealistic; we may have too much hope.
We dream of things that cannot be.
We give ourselves a chance to mope.
If only worry had not overwhelmed us,
we would've been alive.
But we still have that choice,
and we can still fail or thrive.
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