Deep into the white skies I observe the trend
A cloud after another like a friend
From birth our lives are predetermined
A doctor he will be, No an engineer, how about a manager
Never is our fate left into our own hands
Just as theirs were made, so shall ours follow
But must we be made to swallow such a trend?
“The fate of a man is best shaped by him when not pushed
To do as expected but left alone to make the best choices life has to offer him”
Even a spouse must be as the family accepts
“Do not patronize your joy and happiness just to please any man”
What would we do if our thoughts are not guided by neutral grounds?
In the end those after us go through the same
Allow me to do as I please
Sometimes it is better to go through the experiences life has to offer
In the end I will know I set my own pace not any ones
Else we will end up following THE PATTERN made before our time.
adadegeorge 