I’m not sure my destiny exists
But I realize there has to be something more.
Something more under our skin
Your skin, my skin
Not everything is what it seems.
There’s a core to every apple
A seed to all fruit
A leaf on every stem
That breaks away and fails to fly.
I don’t want to fail a dream
Be a fearful coward
Or simply turn into a bag of bones
What a waste.
Do some people need to be a waste
To pave the way for others’ greatness?
Do some people need to be a stumbling block
To challenge the dreamer?
Do some people need to be the stable spouse
Waiting at home with fresh laundry
And a battery-loaded remote?
I’m not sure if we have different size destinies
Or a destiny at all.
But the biggest waste of life,
Would be to not have one at all.
Right?
