My destiny is tired. br The slope leads upwards, onwards, br br Into clouds and far beyond. br br My destiny, like me, walks slowly br Mumbles softly br Remembers ancient rhymes. br br My destiny, not knowing why br Hardly realising that every game has it's rules br Has decided to try br br Though, tired, and betrayed, br A little bit frayed br Has decided br br To carry on, far beyond, with aching feet, br On the winding path, the trees br The boulders and rocks br br To avoid the torrent gushing beneath.