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. … Continue reading Poem: Destiny in our Hands