Destiny

Destiny, fate, what will mine be?
Running away or planting my feet?
How am I, a boy, to know?
Where I will end up, where I will go.

Most try to not understand,
Why worry now,
But that life is so bland.
I want to ask questions,
I want to act,
Where will I be,
I just need the facts.

Teach me please,
Give me a hint,
Life's such a tease,
Glass with a tint.

I will search,
Find my way,
You'll all see,
Tomorrows the day.

The day I shine,
The day I'm ahead,
While all you others are lost instead.

Reviews

[under-the-water]

I'm only 13 - and this poem really articulates my thoughts perfectly on how I'm sorta freaking out and wondering "hmm - what am i going to be when i grow up" and like how will i fend for my self and this is the time of age when kids are growing up and becoming independent. this poem is very relatable and i think its awesome ;)

[Crifa]

Thanks a ton I'm glad you liked it :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Excellent! Very inspirational well done Poet.

[Odayin]

I had the sense that you were feeling a lot of confusion and it was showing in the poem. However, the last stanza showed otherwise. Almost showed a sense of young superiority that all those worries weren't in vain after all.
This is a common subject for a young mind or an older one in regretful memories. Nice idea, interesting display as no ones outlook is the same.
Destiny is a funny subject, and this poem is sure to get people thinking