To be Freed ...

Sometimes it feels like it's already so late.  
Doubt grows if any march will ever be made.

Some like to tag it as written by fate

But I don't want to agree and frantically wait.

I can't hope to win and merrily dance

By just banking on a game of chance.

If it all needs to span out as I plan

It needs more work and less of chants.

It's not a shooting star that I need to lead

Neither a lucky bamboo that I need to breed.

Sometimes I just need to be freed

From what I falsely think is what makes me breathe.