The path is the same as it always was,
despite the inclemency of climate
or man. A destiny knows no repose –
it just flows and goes, with no pause, no mate:
Each destiny is unique, like a flame
that sways side-to-side dependent on winds
but that usually keeps its upward aim,
but not always – with each one…it depends:
Some flames keep space warm, other ones hold light;
some flames can do both, plus purify air;
some flames burn fingers to show their blind might;
some flames burn down houses, so please take care:
Was my path razed by some reckless, lost flame?
Who cares? My destiny will bear my name.