They say the stars hold our destiny
I trace a thin line in the sand.
On one side is my future, the other is my past.
I look back, look forward, and see it isn’t so bad.

The wave’s crash, foamy brine around my ankles.
I cross the line, start down the road.
Slowly, the water washes away the line.
My destiny is here, in the palm of my hand.

They say the stars hold our destiny,
But I say no.
The stars are but spectacles to be admired.
Your destiny is but a state of mind.
 
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