Made of wild twists and turns
Each molding a different person
From the one that stood before.
Amazing how rounding each corner brings
New surprises to tame.
Never remaining constant in itself.
Each person shapes their path as they go.
A predestined life is nonexistent
Since no boundaries can contain me.
I won’t allow he world to decide my fate.
Strange how fickle the world is
Changing on a dime
Although none consent.
That’s the way I like it
I won't let the harshness of eternity
Slow my pursuit of the light.
Create your boxes and fit yourselves in them.
Do what keeps you sane.
Keep you categories ‘cuz I’ll die
Before you can make one for me.
