What determines our destiny to be? <br />What we become, futures predestined to see. <br />Where will roads lead untill it all ends? <br />Destiny calling, live's for some predestined to spend. <br /> <br />Why do our lives, create a passion for some? <br />And then for others, there seems to be none? <br />Struggling to be what is too far from fingers reach, <br />Never accomplishing, what it is that you have preached. <br /> <br />Dreams and hopes, they fade in the mist, <br />Grasping at life, from the dark depth of an abyss. <br />Looking back at what could, should, may have been, <br />Lacking that door of opportunity for your passion deep within. <br /> <br />Silver spoons for some placed in the mouths of their young, <br />Others dying to achieve selling you dreams with forked tongues. <br />Jokes being played an other's laughter not heard, <br />Destiny fullfilled at the bottom of a bottle at a curb.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destiny-calling/
