Destiny and calamity… equal are they
In my haphazard living. It seems that I’m stuck
In the crack of a sidewalk or some nasty beast.
From the path made for me, I pray that I’m released.
Those of my kind are those who must depend on luck.
So, the question is… How do I change come what may?

Destiny is a cop-out. It is an excuse
To explain all the nonsense amassed through the years.
Consciously or unconsciously, as I behave,
My own patterns entrap me. I become a slave
To my bad software programming and to my fears.
That’s the truth about destiny I may deduce.

If I can gain mastery of life energies
That control mind and body, the science can be
In accordance with Spirit. What have I taken
Into proper perspective that I awaken
To the truth that my destiny is made by me?
No one else know that better. I’ll proceed with ease.