You have your destiny laid out right in front of you.
It was fun when you had to forsee,
when you had to intuit,
when you were proving wrong all the voices
telling you you couldn’t do it.
It was fun when you had to predict,
it was a ball when you had to fortell,
but then the future came,
and brought with it
all that you envisioned
surprisingly well
Isn’t this the time to be free?
Free of expectations
and anticipation
Free of the rush,
Of wanting too much
Liberated from guessing,
To accept the blessings
That now feel a little bit too real
A little bit too heavy
Isn’t it time to see that the real
Had roots in that vision,
And started off as magic?
Spirit of Tara 