I refuse to accept my fate as a diagnosis.
I am not ill,
Nor am I seeking a prescription
My future is not a prognosis.
I refuse to accept my fate as a conclusion.
I am not a plot,
Nor am I seeking a role
My future is not an allusion.
I refuse to accept my fate as a commandment.
I am not a decree,
Nor am I seeking a ruling
My future is not a judgement.
Here is a gift,
It was once said
Only once
What shall I do with it?
Nothing
Or Everything
I choose Everything
Then the gift will grow
The treetops will be mine
So will the peaks
So will the valleys
What if I can’t find it?
Nothing
Or Everything
I choose Nothing
