Destiny (2)

There was a time I would have sold
My very heart and soul,
And that for just a piece of gold
Or some symbolic role.

I saw myself a cut above
The vast, unnumbered throng –
An object of their jealous love
Since I could do no wrong.

Yet, when it came to acting out
The details of my plan,
I was as overcome by doubt
As any also-ran.

But, nowadays, I’ve come to see
That none of that was really me.

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