They glimmer on my skin
As Sun does to ocean,
Like that of cotton candy
In Mid-Summer heat.
Destiny or Fate?
I ask myself this
Day in and day out
As seconds tick away
And the Sun sets on another revolution.
I am equipped with freedom of choice;
Yet, I feel like I am controlled by
Energies larger than the
Level of my own comprehension.
Is their purpose in the feelings that
Combust from my heart?
Or am I conducted by some extraterrestrial puppeteer
Who left clicks on a computer
To direct my every action?
Life provides so many possibilities
Yet, those who are produced to experience it take for granted
Who they essentially are at their very core.
I guess I’ll never know
If I was destined to exist
With the choices that I battle daily,
Or if events fall consequently
In accordance with likelihood of
Myself winning a constant battle
Between what to and not to do.