Evil eye

Scorned by the evil eye of our forefathers
Our fate engraved in our soul
Are we destined to be cursed
Or shall we mourn some more
For the past, present and future
None of which we can control
Our paths are already drawn
Our lives we've yet to live
Should we follow the map?
Or shall we explore?
This world of endless possibilities
Can we endure?
Can we prevail?
Is humanity is nothing more than a shell?
Where the true essence is deep inside?
We search to bestow
Upon our truths, our beings, our bearings
Confronted with shortcomings and false hoods
We either cower or stand stout
Accept it or deny
Hypocritical in a sense
For we are the ones who beckon
And we are the ones who decline