In the cradle of the cosmos, where the stars align, They told us tales of destiny, a script we can’t decline. Born to greatness, they declared, as if it was our fate, But I’ve come to realize, it’s a narrative I won’t take.

Fate, they say, was written in the stars, But I believe we’re the authors, tearing through the bars. Destiny’s a notion, they try to tie our hands, But I’ve found the truth, it’s something we command.

We’re not born to greatness, it’s a myth, a grand disguise, Fate was invented by cowards, selling dreams in the skies. Our destiny’s not written, it’s a story we unfold, The power lies within us, a tale of courage to be told.

In the shadows of uncertainty, where doubt takes its toll, They weave a web of illusions, trying to control. But I’ve broken free from the chains they tried to bind, For the greatest gift we have is the power of our mind.

Fate, they say, was etched in ancient lore, But I reject the narrative, I won’t be bound no more. Destiny’s not a force, it’s a choice we make, The power lies within us, a journey we undertake.

We’re not born to greatness, it’s a tale they spun, Fate was crafted by cowards, afraid of being undone. Our destiny’s not fixed, it’s a canvas to be drawn, The artist is within us, creating a new dawn.

No more illusions, no more borrowed dreams, We’re the architects of our fate, or so it seems. In the dance of existence, we hold the reins, Destiny’s in our hands, breaking free from chains.

They said we were destined, but I choose to define, A path that’s uniquely mine, a journey so divine. The power of creation, a gift from above, To shape our destiny, with courage and love.

Fate, they say, was cast in stone, But I’ll forge my own path, I’ll walk alone. Destiny’s not a prophecy, it’s a song we sing, The melody of freedom, the joy it brings.

We’re not born to greatness, it’s a tale we deny, Fate was crafted by cowards, selling a deceptive sky. Our destiny’s in our hands, a truth we understand, The power to create ourselves, the gift that’s truly grand.

So let’s rewrite the narrative, break the old decree, Our destiny is ours to shape, a truth that sets us free. No more illusions, no more scripted lies, In the symphony of life, we’re the composers of our skies.

–by Weez