To be an individual,
Is to be free.
How did I get here?
How have I grown to be?
Did my parents mold me,
To be who I am today?
Did my friends complete the gaps?
Did I have a say?
Is my fate written in the stars?
Is my path pre-set?
Do I travel towards my destiny,
With any regrets?
Many questions plague my mind,
When I have a moment.
Should I live out my life or
Should I just postpone it?
I hate to think my book’s been written,
By everyone but me.
I linger over a vacant page,
Eagerly waiting to see.
Too many paths to follow,
But all leading to a choice.
Some say life is preordained,
But I say I have a voice.
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Welcome to allpoetry
Life is not preordained. God may know the outcome but we make the choices that come to that outcome. Nice flow and structure. Good rhythm.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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