Escape Destiny

Dying, dying is the key,
the way of escaping my destiny.
If I live then I long to suffer,
always hiding, running for cover.
Will tomorrow be the day?
When I find the strength to fly away.
If I could change, I would do it now,
called on stage to take my last bow
my final curtain call, to be free and at rest.
I have been defeated by life, the toughest test.