Destiny calls to me, a beckoning I have refused to incline. She echoes from a distance, with forgotten rhymes of her familiar song.
But I’m with neither the courage to face her, nor the will to dance to her tune. What she offers, I do not desire. What she wants, I do not have. I hear her even now, beckoning for the courage I do not possess.
All I want is to slumber in my dreams and never wake. But I can only wallow in here for a while, cos my waking world is always staring in my face.
I am troubled by the thought of living a life preplanned and preordained, of walking a path predestined and predesigned, of becoming another part of a never ending cycle of duty and order over my desire.
I rather want to spread my wings and embrace my bizarre dreams which most will perceive as condescending and void of duty.
Emmalase.
Emmalase