I stood on a hill overlooking the sea, <br />and wondered what my destiny be. <br />Would I be loved or would I be lonely? <br />Would I sail on a pirate clipper <br />in search of some lost treasure? <br />The wind ruffled my hair, <br />but the sea never spoke to me. <br />Every person has a journey, <br />for some it is long, <br />while others it is short. <br />No one can read our destiny; <br />we only make it what it is to be.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destiny-5/
