Master Of My Fate Poem by Casey Gochnour

Master Of My Fate



Flawed by creation, seeking reason,
Implying morality for the change of season,
Sacrificing in order to bring so called order,
With the talk of destiny being our major disorder.

The sun rises and falls as days begin and end,
Such a being of power must live to send,
Blessings of life and warmth in exchange for praise,
Living out life as nights and days.

You claim destiny; karma, a type of fate,
When this is just how life works, no special state.
It's not a bland way of thinking, it's just how it is,
Chance, statistical ratios make life this,

People accept their fates with their god of destiny,
Saying it happens for a reason, when it's all chemically,
A percentage of chances based on position and time,
All held responsible for this victimless crime.

I won't let some fate decide my future for me,
I know what I want and I'm going to be,
The one who chooses my own destiny.

Because we are the masters of our souls,
We give it and take away the holes,
Filling and emptying the pits of our minds,
Choosing to ignore the obvious signs,
That life is only what it is and nothing more,
Yes, all things can lead to one or another door.
But it isn't fate, it's only absolute,
We cannot have a substitute.

So release your weak minds and realize what's true,
Your life, your choices are all because of you.
You will live and you will die,
Now's your chance to make others wonder why.

There may be a god but he won't hand you fortune,
He's a provider; a divider; the great decider,
Judge of your actions and reactions,
Our weakness lies in our dependency.

We think that if we do good, God will treat us,
Disbanding our efforts if we lie or cuss,
But He does not work in such ways.

Change will beget change, and if you try,
Whether by telling the truth or a lie,
You will move ahead instead of waiting for the tide,
You can't depend on it to give you your ride.

Push yourself out and life will reward your efforts,
Change will happen, good and bad,
But you must decide if the change is worth it.
It is your choice to be the master of your own fate,
To be the conqueror of your soul,
It all starts with a goal.

Sunday, July 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny,fate,goal,life,master,philosophy,soul
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