Fatalism nearly killed meFear of success burned like a drug
It kept me in perpetual shame
Wipes smiles off faces so smug
There is always hope
I remain a victim of falling
To the false gods who demand
Your obedience and your calling
Soon you become the damned
The future is unwritten
I get to choose how I should be living
No one gets to choose how I die
My life isn't empty, I keep forgiving
While the cynic in me asks why
But no matter who has a say
It is my life, my choice, my fate
Destiny awaits my decision
And only mine
