We are not a story pretold

Who is to say, Who we are meant to be ?
To tell our life, like we are history ?

Those who look down on us, and write our life,
tell us what we are, and what we can be,
are we, what they see?
we are not ink on a page, words in a book,
a drawing on paper, or a painting on a wall.
We can change who we are , we can walk our own path,
why do we listen to those, who tell our future, as though its past.
When all books are shut, and pens are dropped
We will still stand, with them or not.

Do not listen to what they say, do spend your time wasting away.
If your scared of the truth, then escape the lies,
there is nothing worth living for, if to others, you could already have died.

They have no claim, on what is not theirs
We are not the past, we are there present,
Lets stop living life a story pre told,
and walk on are own.

No fish in the sea, is guaranteed, to be spared by a whale
No Deer in the woods to dodge the bullet,
No bird in the sky, to escape the hawk,
there are no guarantees in life,
There is nothing pre known.

we are not words on a page, or a book pre shut,
We don't know the answer to questions not asked,
so lets not wait for others to write our path.

To take a chance, to risk it all,
to be something more, and prepare to fall,
to rise again, for all to see
that you are not scared,
to try to be,
something more, then just history.