An Imposition
Destined,
Not predestined.
The difference is polar, enormous and is mammoth,
The imposition weighs heavily, leaves you in sloth.
I choose my own fate,
To open the receptive gate.
I don’t hesitate to contemplate upon the states of others,
Because I can help to change their fate since they are my brothers.
I belong to my family, my role models, mentors and my friends,
And I belong to myself, and have ordinary life with its own ends.
There’s no future time of pleasure, there’s no heaven,
We must let ourselves how the now, and be believin’.
Set yourself up as right, fair, loving and as enough,
And don’t bring upon yourself the imposition, the god stuff.
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