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...