Another poem about destiny; sometimes one poem isn't enough.

Destiny Unveiled
By John Herlihy

I was not at all born for the sedentary world;
Inner forces have me into the unknown hurled.
Who can account for the strange forces of destiny?
Some people pursue facts, I have pursued mystery.
An explorer driven to explore undiscovered lands;
A vagabond drifting idly across endless desert sands.
A seeker determined to lift the veil hiding the unknown;
A mystic lost in a sacred trance laying waste to the known.
Our destiny lies there before us, simply there for the taking;
Our destiny unravels as a ball of yarn, simply for the making.
Pundits in today’s sophisticated world make destiny a myth;
Destiny’s glitter for a goldsmith; destiny story for a wordsmith.
Destiny waits for no man, his/her hesitation notwithstanding;
Here today, gone tomorrow, with no possibility of abandoning.
In living our lives, we come to witness our destiny unveiled;
Each tale told by a single voice, until the final breath exhaled.