When were you born,
they ask me always,
I need the details,
The date and time,
And location of birth. once again I am
All broken-hearted bit
One would have wished
Seeing as they were
Connections through mutual friends
It would be a-matter Of heart, not stars.
Oh but here's me
Hoping for the alignment
I care for not
Angry at the stars
And who are faithful
To the powers beyond
At the cost of
What does lie within,
The reality versus belief
My destiny versus agency.
Call me a moron,
If You so wish
I believe our futures
Lie within Our actions
And not stars above!
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