Maybe they are not destinies…
but choices…
decisions that we make along the path…

We wonder why it happened…
why nobody took us away from that direction…
maybe, we never hear the voice of our soul…

Maybe, we just attended,
to our own desire,
to our long-awaited appetite…
without realizing, that in the future,
maybe, they would just be moans…

Alternatives or leanings,
crazy springs,
escapism without meaning…

Lives still not woken…
and neither their destinies…
which, sometimes, or almost always,
were already chosen…