Tryst with destiny

Don't know what was running around in my mind when I composed this, twas a long time ago.

Here I am standing at destiny’s door
Don’t know what life has in store
Will I get a penny, or will it be more
Will it be trivial, or part of folklore?

I have to think, I have to decide
I don’t want to be taken for a ride
I want to go, travel far and wide
Overcome the mountains, fight the tide

The journey is perilous, I have to survive
Into the deepest oceans, if need be dive
But keep fighting on with bare hands, or knife
I have to do it, cause it’s my life.

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