Gratification

Most seems pre ordained celestially thus contrived Time returns to bewitch for all one had strived Destined courses charted on trying can never deter Sans any of attempting events on own will infer Doesn't stop us mortals from wishing and to aspire All metamorphic Delusions for the objects of desire Pondered more than often what one can ask or seek With fate being generous, each attempt a lucky streak Pointless is to nurse rues and for old bones to pick Believe in self achievement striking balance key trick Rise way above ordinary from most trivially inane Separate to stand solitary and own individuality retain