To change my Stars
Do stars chart my course,determine my life
Plotted out since the beginning of time?
Am I truly locked in to whatever they show
Battling fate as I travel this life?
I write and speak out
That this isn’t true ,
That we each write our own destiny
And what we desire we can have
But so much I observe,
In the human march
That folks just seem locked in
To the fate into which they were born
The poor remain poor
The wealthy play on
And middle class generations
Continually work fingers to bone
I fall into this as I in my life
Struggle on and on and on
Saying, “I believe, I believe, I believe, I believe”
As my being just plods on along
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fee
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To the fate into which they were born
It surely seems that way for many, yet ohers seem to forge their own destinies. Much Food For Thought here, Karen.
Can't fight it, though. Ought to make th best of the cards played to you.
Hope the weather is clearing!
Love,
Becca~
Christine
Thought provoking questions: is it a generational curse? Is it lack of education that keeps us in a holding pattern? Is it my attitude that needs changing? Excellent to read this morning, well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.