Often I second guess my decisions;
did I make a bad choice in the past?
Of course, it’s too late for revisions;
even bad decisions tend to last.
So why can’t I stop second guessing;
when I’ve already taken that road?
I just don’t feel like confessing;
my tainted past, is part of my load.
I’ve always wondered about destiny;
does it sometimes make my choices;
or does free will allow me to be me;
ignoring all destiny’s voices?
I considered that it was just like a play;
where destiny had written the script;
many actors had ad-libbed, anyway;
and, hence, their play was re-writ.
And yet still, every play has a story;
that mere actors cannot change;
to the Playwright belongs all the glory;
that the actors cannot rearrange.
What if playright and actor are the same;
actor and destiny share the same voice?
Destiny may still accept the blame;
but it was really Free Will’s choice.
Free will was God’s gift in the garden;
where we determined our destiny, to be;
destiny, accepted the blame and pardon;
and the playwright of my life, was me.