Destiny, The Future and How a Flightless Species Gained Wings

Your destiny is a guide.
If you agree with it
Then, by all means, follow it down whatever path it takes.
But, if it tries to lead you astray
Down a path that you dread,
Beat it into submission,
Hold a knife to its throat
And simply walk in the direction you wish it to go.
With destiny as your guide
You are invincible.
With destiny as your god
Free will does not exist.
So put it in place, this weary guide
And decide
That if destiny and fate are swept aside
You won't be caught up in the tide
When all your will is nullified
But you'll stop.
Then you'll think.

And your thoughts will tell you this:
You can be anything
Because nothing is certain.
The future is what you make it.
If you want to have it, take it.
If you want it stopped, break it.
If you want it dead, stake it.
If you don't know what you want, fake it.
If you want it to fear you, shake it-
Shake it to the core.

Let no one tell you what you can never do
Or threaten you.
Man was never meant to fly
He has no wings, but watch the sky
To catch an airplane passing by.
Someone didn't settle.
Someone rebelled.
Man, who was never meant to fly, can.

Let destiny be your guide
But keep a knife strapped to your side;
Don't be afraid to use it.