Life is just practice for a greater stage
A dress rehearsal for glories to come
Our paths written out upon a page
From which no divergence can be won
Thus our destinies are writ in stone
Our will is merely pretending to be free
Achievements cannot be claimed as our own
Failures just inevitability
Each day's toil another stroke of ink
In the great ledger of infinite time
A plan that requires us not think
To keep each step upwards on the climb
Only what our passion holds most dear
Can break the chains that hold us in our fear
1 comments:
Runs so beautifully along its pentameter and full of original combinations. Predestination reigns :-)
I can see this set to music.
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