Destiny's Toy

I am Destiny's toy
She takes me down paths to
Mystical journeys and earthly delights.

She shields me from harm and
She nudges me in the right direction
She sustains my vicarious life to satisfy her whims
She maintains a reservoir of wisdom as my drinking pool
She fills the ink in my pen and
She whispers what I'm expected to do.

She's the puppet master,
She juggles my cords
She makes me stumble, fall, then fly again.

One day, Destiny will lose her grip.
Soon these cords will become frayed and I'll be free
Since while Destiny wasn't watching
My cords tangled with thee.

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