I am the creator of my destiny,
And it boils down to me.
The blame on the society is a blatant lie,
Lack of time, a dumb try.
Friends and family, a false cry,
It is inside me I need to pry.
The lines on my palm are no road maps;
They don’t show the bridges for the gaps.
The time of my birth is no flowchart;
to predict my dreams and thoughts exact.
It’s never too late,
to make peace with fate.
My life is no blame game
And being me is no shame.
I am the creator of my destiny,
