Dear Destiny:

This is to the keeper of my fate, you
omnipotent being who guards the gate,
to the path leading to the rest of my life,
and I follow this unbeaten trail.

I begrudgingly follow, sometimes I run full
speed, headfirst into my impending future.
You throw obstacles in my way and force
me to walk, and walk I do.

But why, merciless dealer of futures, do you
insist on making the path so difficult to navigate?

When I try to run you slow me to a crawl.

When I try to stand you make me fall.

What is your plan?

Would it be cliche to call you "cruel fate?"

What gives you the right to govern my existence,
make my decisions for me?

Just think about this-

When I reach the end of the road in my life,
scarred and torn, I will triumph and-

I WILL KICK YOUR ASS.