Poem: destiny

Fear is losing, but you are not winning.

Hope is drowning, yet you are covered.

To move you must take risk.

 They become harder than the mountain.

The fall is not graceful, it is a tumbled as the weeds pass by.

You see the future and it is not bright.

The light that shines on it can only go so far.

This is the destiny that you want.

This is not the one that is paid for.

Will you get it right, or let it simmer like the midnight flame.

Pick you battle and go for the fight.

This is it your destiny awaits.  

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