The thing called destiny...

The way life goes,
The way your boat rows,
Looks like its in your hands,
Your victory and your throes.

But then,there are times,
When everything is a web.
And you are sure that before the day ends,
You'll either be damaged or dead.

But as the day goes by,
You feel it wasn't that scary.
Things work out when you aren't wary
of their presence or importance
in your dreams or your reality.
And the day ends without your losing your vitality.

Then you start to believe
In the thing called destiny.
It can kill you of an allergy
Or as the hero of a mutiny.
And you're just a single piece
in the puzzle of life.
And you don't know if your place
is in song or a strife.
Only when the game is coming to an end
Do you taste your role in the magnificient blend.

The thing called destiny
just drives you to the gate.
where life invites you
to its royal fete.