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Do not cry over the seemingly wrong career choice you made,
Or the path at the crossroads that you chose not to take,
For I am afraid, it was never your choice to make,
The pens have been lifted,
And the ink has dried,
And it is already written.

Do not cry over the what-ifs and the have-nots,
Do not in the shadows of doubt be caught,
Do not say if I had done so and so and had not the interview forgot,
My life would be better and by a lot.
For, the pens have been lifted,
And the ink has dried,
And it is already written.

We are but mere puppets,
Playing out a role that has already been scripted,
Scripted from the beginning of time, till the blowing of the trumpet.
Do not worry about how the path may be twisted,
For, you are exactly where you are meant to be,
Headed exactly where you ought to be.
So do not hold a regret,
And do not for a moment, the ingenuity of the plan doubt,
Because the One writing it is perfect.

The pens have been lifted,
And the ink has dried,
And it is already written.