If I was the author of my existence
I would mould myself
to suit my taste

If I wrote my future
All would be different
From the way I was raised
To the place I was raised at

If I wrote my future
I will choose the people I meet
From friends to family
I would be able to discern the good from the evil

If I wrote my future
I would make happiness an everyday affair
I would swim in unending joy

If I wrote my future
I would have nothing but peace
And save myself from sorrow
And cherish the things I want

If I wrote my future
The ones I love will still be here
But I did not write my future
So all I can do is nothing and stare
As I follow the path laid out by fate
We learn by the things we have suffered
And I believe in all that I have gone through

Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.