Life is a canvas, a blueprint to design
A maze of choices, where we draw our own line
We can choose to blame fate, or take the reins
And own up to the fact, that our life is our own creations’ gains
We are the architects, of our own destiny
Our choices, the building blocks, of our reality
We can choose to make excuses, or take the lead
And design a life, that our hearts truly need
The power is ours, to shape and to mold
To build a life, that’s worth living, to grow old
So let us choose wisely, and take responsibility
For we are the architects, of our own life’s poetry.
