Destiny
I keep messing up,
what is this recipe
to my true destiny?
Like a lead balloon
in the blue lagoon,
sinking fast to my own
doom. Yet I glance to
the surface, captivated
by a shimmering sun.
Somehow I break my
bonds and strife. Breaking
the surface with a gasp of
new life.
Copyright © Andy Craig | Year Posted 2013
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