Destiny is a devilish device,
A twisting path
through low hills and mountains,
trees, rivers and darkness.
Unknown predators creeping too,
detours in your pleasantries,
Smiling cores we comfort in
turning to hellish maneuvers
in man's demented land.
Awash in preparations expectations,
we rarely find the still hub.
But rather look to the
twisting deviations
surrounding us.
But what about tomorrow
and look how I spoiled yesterday.
The path will never straighten,
never widen,
never be directed...
for the journey would be
Lesson less
Pointless
No cause
Not destiny
Just a destination.