Dendrite like
Broken apart are fate lines
Shall mend it
For not a predestined fate
But a destiny created by own hands
Bleeds the line of fate
Engraved on palm
Not inherited
But build by own sweats
The river that runs its own course
Shall be the boat on that river
Striving to reach the coast
The coast of desires
Built upon the dreams of childhood
Like that teenage passed
Wonder will adulthood fade away
In longing desires of heart…