Destiny

<p>Do you believe in Destiny?</p><p>Do you believe that all your actions</p><p>All what you become your life</p><p>Was planned maybe before the Universe began.</p><p></p><p>Here is an example of a poem in the book.</p><p></p><h3>Energy of A Rocketeer</h3><p>That fine shaped fin cut through my skull</p><p>They said it pierced the inner brain.</p><p>That polished embellished nose cone</p><p>Boldly coloured red</p><p>Severed an artery in my head!</p><p>Uncontrolled projectiles falling from the sky</p><p>Can do that even to a passerby?</p><p>FINAL IMAGE: that of Rick</p><p>What did he say or try?</p><p>He was concerned his frown expressed it.</p><p>A reminder no doubt</p><p>When we made our mark that day</p><p>In the shape of a mushroom cloud of grey.</p><p>Upon our school labs ancient ceiling!</p><p>We blamed it on the Space Race and the Russians</p><p>And on innocent be speckled classmate James.</p><p>Our treacherous retreat living him in range!</p><p>By the rocket's burning shell.</p><p>And as my final thoughts ascended as that cloud</p><p>Was this not just déjà vu?</p><p>Of that similar launch?</p><p>As that first streamlined gleaming projectile was able</p><p>To leap from its steel cradle.</p><p>Rather premature but very stable.</p><p>Our later verdict on Richard's missing brow</p><p>He became our first space traveler.</p><p>Of this involuntary contribution we had no compulsion</p><p>But to blame it on an electrical malfunction!</p>