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Who Is To Say

And if I walk the misty roads of life,
Chasing a destiny that's not mine,
If through the struggle and strife,
I find that life is empty indeed,
What shall become of this shadow that is me?

Shall I sail through the Devil's triangle,
Or maybe the Dragon's
Shall I sink into the trench Mariana,
Or be swallowed by this black hole of doubt,
And if I do, what's next when there's no way out?

Mine is a destiny full of doubt,
A course that was mapped,
Then someone thought twice,
Maybe a life decided over a roll of dice,
Most likely, it's mine to decide.

If I chase a dream that is mine,
Maybe not quite mine but still I chase,
Who’s to say I didn't make a new base,
A pedestal on which my fate may sit.

I must be what I must,
And who to say what that is,
But to be that, in myself I must trust
To survive the tsunami that is doubt.

There's a path I must take,
Or maybe there's not,
But if I will it and leave none in its wake,
Who’s to say,
Life’s dividend will be naught but solid gold?


*****February 20, 2009*****

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