You know everything that is there to come upon you,
which you are to accept without looking for an escape.
Destiny does sound creepy, scary and pathological, like a curse
on my veins. I don’t want my life to be decided now and
for all that is there to have, to fetch, enjoy, loose and regret
of not trying to be everything at the same time.

To be a bird flying free and aimless looking for a spot with
enough sunlight and a few branches to hold on to.
Why do you need your ambitions if the song does not go along
with your tune? Why do you need to impress everyone around
with something you pretend may matter for someone one day?