A Personal Mission
To speculate Destiny
So diverse to many,
some ponder it plenty
Attacked me at age twenty.
Are our lives set by divinity?
Does everyone have this born affinity?
Coming from the trinity-
Continuing for eternity?
So many questions to why we are born
Some induced to scorn, lives lived forlorn,
Others go back to religion, reborn.
Some work till they are tired and warn.
Others simply "weather the storm"
People I have met, ideas burned and charred,
While others radical and avant garde -
Mine own ways have been nullified with disregard
Learned lessons, we are unintentionally scarred.
I speak again of Destiny,
Share your thoughts for a penny-
Please show some clemency.
Trying to explain this plainly;
I shall relax my musing position
To explore moral acquisition
It is my unique cognition
in this transcendental expedition.
A personal mission to seek my rendition
of the the human condition
Which shall be executed with much ambition-
For all others, I have a proposition-
Trust in your faith and your own intuition
To fruitfully seek your individual composition...
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010
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