Destiny

I do not know what destiny beholds

all I know is I am growing old.

The plan is one unique to me alone

Far away I see the engraved stone,

That will mark my journey with a beginning and end

but what really counts is what happens

in between the space marked by the dash.

The plan was sketched.

The dream was created;

although sometimes deferred.

Yet the butterfly lead the way one day.

What else is there to say?

My unique destiny

is a road with many stones.

A road on which

I must take each step alone.

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