Navigating upon a star
May not get me there,
But, there’s an ethereal sense
Of order in your affairs.
My life is charted out,
The moment of my first cry.
While we steer out days,
Celestials prevent it from going awry.
There planets say who I become
The stars decide my ways,
It is also predestined,
How I shall while away my days.
A thirteen ear old said,
“this is your destiny”
Both of you shall serve me
Until end of eternity.
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