I’m petrified to live out of my destiny. ‘cause we have been conditioned that it is wrong to flow out of success — even God given success.
Why do I secrete away
The dream seeds
That angels sow
In the depths of my mind.
Am I afraid to grasp
The destiny Heaven longs to release
Into my hands.
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