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
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