We all try to our own destiny,

Yet –

There are occasions when it feels so unsteady....

effects happen to which can change all one has been accustomed steady;

Uncertainty spills within the streets of the unknown,

drift as one abounds onto hard rivers grown,

fate saunters in gut full laughter as hands.... Knees slap upon rocks to shores rich in bone –

a different plan, stamped soundlessly towards another path of lacked sown;

To which rock does one look under....

leave mind locked in wonder?

Such as a decent spirit gives one hint towards possible young milestone –

let not the final out focused tunnel come as one's reach to headstone.