Destiny

...believing in one's own destiny

Below him
The north sea frothed and rolled
He sat high on a cliff
Listening to the gulls screech
A brisk wind chapping his face
It was cold … and until this day
He never felt so old

… sins of the fathers
(he heard them say)
but until this moment it was only a saying
But in the midst of his agony
With his whole world decaying
The ugly truth hit home like a sledgehammer
He was common
She was glamour

…sins of the father…
It was true … his father was a drunk
…and a mean one too
He’d long lost count of the beatings
That left him black and blue

But things change
He stood up for himself now
The old man didn’t stand a chance
…but he wasn’t proud

He didn’t feel relief
He just wanted to kick himself
In his foolish a*s
For his naive belief
... he thought the world had out grown class

distinction and that it was the inside that counted …

His eyes were filled with stars
His heart with enamor
Until the truth hit home
And it hit him like a sledgehammer
He was common
She was glamour

… and never the twain shall  meet
No, the twain shall never meet
Just like Kipling said:

“Oh, East is East, and
West is West, and
never the twain shall meet."

Wrong side of town
Wrong side of the tracks
Wrong side of the street

He sat for awhile longer
Staring at the endless sea...
The salt air felt good
Thin sunlight was straining
Despite the weatherman’s forecast
It still wasn't raining

See, (he thought)

 the weatherman's wrong
And my dad was wrong
And sometimes people are just plain wrong
Sometimes it IS what’s on the inside that counts
Sometimes it’s stupid people mouthing stupid platitudes
That fill you up with doubt

What did Kipling know anyway
He was just an english elitist who WANTED the world to believe
“ East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet."
And that there really WAS a right and a wrong side to every street ...

I’m not going to believe, he said
Shaking his head
I’m not going to believe in the bullshit of others
Instead … I’ll create my own beliefs
And I may be common
And she may be glamour
But when we’re together
Both of our hearts hammer

And if she loves me
She’ll believe
... in me
I'll be the master of my own destiny

He felt better ...
He got up, stretched a bit
Shaking some kinks out of the way
Noticed blue sky was beating out grey
And smiled ...it was going to be a nice day