Only Shape of Destiny, part III

Time is either embers or a diamond in our hands
either we consume ourselves in haste
or take things slowly and perfect the shape
either way, it burns out sometime

Horizon of life is either mountains or a flat desert
to a brave man it makes no difference,
but for a lazy man both are terrible
for the effort to go is unbearable

social situations are filled with rats or worthy ones
either you face the with pride and confidence
or you can face them unwillngly, fighting and drunk
I am a beast that still tries to choose which one

shape of our destiny is forged by many smiths
coincidences, others, luck, maybe even ourselves
but the whole picture of it will never be for us to see
we make the blueprints but not the art itself

Dreams are either a distant light or just outside your grasp
they either complete you or drive you insane
I guess it all depends when you realise to let go
and seek another dream that leads to another path