When a tiny scribble of life
Can be heaven or unbearable strife
Control has been entirely lost
Fate has become super-boss
Unfettered by my particulars
The grim reaper dismembers me
Pounding my possibility’s being
Into the pulp of insignificance
I’m fate’s member
Who doesn’t remember me
Fracturing the factual
Fictioning the actual
With sealed sorrow
Visiting every tomorrow
Living on borrowed
Praying for hallowed
But getting hollow
Only emptiness to swallow
