Destined

In the land of wonder, we dream.

In the sea of curiousity, we think

In the sky up above, we breathe.

Have you ever stopped to ponder? 

To ask what is my fate here. And what is fate, because if someone else knows, is it really destiny?

I wallow in these questions because I believe they never get addressed.

I never tire, because even in my slumber my sub-conscious raceswith these thoughts.

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