Gliding

I realise I was meant to glide through life like an elegant swan-
To touch the world I encountered with my graceful abundance.
My destiny was foretold, foreseen, and all but decided,
When the horoscopes matched and I got dispatched.

My inner swan was really a bumbling duck,
It is a bit daft, quite clueless and knows not how to glide.
It follows a straight line, very often in the wrong direction.
What could possibly be wrong with swilling around in this little pond?

Of course, my feathers get ruffled ever so often,
I get all upset, hot and bothered-
A hug, a romantic film or some cake can pacify me.
Which means I remain slightly puffed out, and a bit daffy.