Destiny, they call it

Waking up to desires
wishes deep-seated.
't was half-past two
and there was emptiness around.
I smiled welcoming the silence,
accepting the reality.
Hands folded at the back of my head,
I tried to peep into my future
only to realise
I don't have the privilege.
I, again, smile at my inability.
Long ago, I stopped questioning
Why I can't go with the 
flow of my heart?
Why am I trapped
with some harsh norms?
Instead, I now walk ahead
head held high
taking every reality as a positive.
All built up inside
that there wont be 
a show of tears,
there wont be sadness.
Still, I freeze at some thoughts,
Why is it necessary to be 
in everybody's good books?
Why is it a compulsion to comply
by the rules of some people?
Why is hypocrisy a statement?
Why is it tough to understand people
I want to call my own?
Unnerving, it is.
Guess, I'll cease to care
after a certain stage.
Though, I still can't ignore
that it's already been written for me,
Destiny, they call it.