Responsibilities comes with birth,
same was his moirai.
He tried to brew his beans,
which tasted a little dry.
Culled into some fiendish fins
he took it as his destined previse,
still not satisfied for the umpteenth time,
he finally stood for his pride.
Confronting his abhorrence,
he assorted his path to magnify.
And for the very first time,
he charmed his face with a genuine smile.