Dreams and aspirations
She sits in bed, dreaming of what she wants in life
One futile action after another, each in pursuit of her dreams
What is destiny?
What is fate?
What does one have to do with the other?
As the sun sets in the evening,
As the hyenas laugh and the birds chirp
So she thinks of her life every evening
For the sun doesn’t set with her dreams
And the hyenas laugh at the unknown
The sun rises bringing with it whatsoever it will
So does the desire to pursue her dreams,
Rising everyday, but what do destiny and fate hold?
Do they even exist?