Destiny they say,
Crosses everyone’s way.
If it walks along, all good,
Bt if it chooses not to
It does make you pay.
You’re termed a loser, the moment you talk about luck,
But he is looking for the key,
That would open the lock, that he always finds stuck.
Why until then, they can’t just let him be.
What already bugs him all day, that
You can’t make him realize.
So stop reminding it over and again,
Keep to yourself, your valuable advice.
He’s working on it, guiding the wave on its course,
Their giving directions, provide no helping force.
Its like walking in rain, at the edge of seas,
The steps he took were, washed off as if felonies.
He ain’t no loser, just going through a rough patch,
Things he knows, have to be started from scratch.
To them I admit, this HIM is me,
And why the hell they can’t let ME,. Be me….
