Just Thinking

Who tells us we have a destiny? A future ahead of ourselves? Is it our parents who says this? IS it our close friends? Who knows what the future holds? or does someone know and hiding it in a forest or palace far away? Making tangled cobwebds into dreams into our furtures But who makes it Do we? or do someone says it for the heck of it? Who paints the road ahead if it isnt us? will we ever know what we are truely capable of or will we wilt away like a dying tree never knowing who or what we could of been but to be ash long after death and scatter to the wind To never knowing anything To never belong to something in this earthly world