Destiny

I was counting on my destiny,

but, destiny was counting on me.

I hoped for a miracle,

that,

fortunes will turn around,

probably one fine day.

I kept on counting on fortune,

but, fortunes?

Well, they were counting on me.

Breezes came, 

they kissed the leaves.

Regardless, 

leaves counted on nature, that, 

a change of seasons would revive them.

Their story was written on leaves,

their story was counting on leaves,

But, leaves?

Well, they were counting on seasons.

Ages passed by, 

staring at these palm lines,

some are thick, 

some are thin,

some are straight, 

some curved or tangled.

It’s been so long that,

the lines are fading away now

You were counting on me,

but, me?

Well,

I was counting on my destiny.