Destiny

Like a moth to a flame, I am a man to a risk.

It comes up from behind me,
soft feet and quitened breath
Pushing with invisible hands
It try guides me to-wards death

It thinks of itself as the master
Guiding us like puppets on a string
It thinks it can control me
It thinks it controls everything

But I feel the hairs upon my back
Stand up,, as it slowly nears
I let logical thought take over though
And block out all the fears

As I live life on the edge,
Enjoying every minute as they come
It thinks it can brush me over
But it wont be so easily done!

I turn and face it bravely
Standing proud... defying fate
Eye to eye with death three times
Locked in pure stalemate.

I know that when I live life like this
I tempt it, just like bait
But Ill live life fully 'til end
...Until I hit 'Check-mate'.

Reviews

[Andrea]

Your words are very strong. I love how you write about taking on destiny instead of falling into it's hands. great write.