Kismet

They all turn away.
They turn away their heads,
Their eyes and their ears-
As they try desperately
To hide their hearts.
Such a familiar place to be,
But sooner or later-
They do turn back
Everything changes.
Standing on a cliff edge,
There is nowhere to go-
Except up or down.
Alive all these years,
The wings are strong-
The only way really is,
To dare to jump.
Running towards the edge
The air screams past,
'Don't you dare!' Is the cry-
'Don't you dare even try!'
Everything is already written,
Your kismet is set in stone.
Except it can change,
If you try, from deeper
Within, than even your bones.

J.Bibi