Superstition Suicide Time Chance Fate Collision illusion
I close my eyes and focus on the empty space in which my mind is confined,
Where an open door is blocked by barricades - something undefined,
A lit path to an answer in a web entwined - in which my blind footsteps are inclined,
Fate redesigned;
Tell me what it even means.. to have a “destiny”,
How one could strongly believe that they can’t change it so intensely,
Their cranium stuck around one idea - The aspect is born mentally,
I like to think I create my own fluid escapes with words - Essentially;
Fate and chance collide - it’s superstition suicide,
It’s not rare to have a wrong place & time, with the universe so occupied,
Chances are multiplied and even-odds are set aside,
The inequity is purified -
Nothing exists,
We float through a never-ending stretch of time and still wish we had more of it,
Forever is never long enough,
The consistency of waiting becomes sand-paper rough,
We share the satisfaction of interaction with each other and the moment we become,
Within that fraction of a magnetic attraction - chance, fate, and ourselves become one,
Our bodies portray a reaction of impaction from the freedom of choice we move among,
And that extraction of time influenced action can never become undone,
It’s the past that becomes the present - and it’s the present we must overcome,
Tick-Tock stutters the clock,
And before it’s done my heart will stop,
A universal rythym within it,
Shaking it to bits as it transmits -
Such a powerful affect unfit,
In the atmosphere it will sit,
And split - Quick,
You can only admit it will never quit,
Frozen while it self-submits.
Whisper to me a final conclusion,
Explain to me the twisted illusion,
Don’t leave our heads in muttered confusion,
You have braincells - So use them;
At-Most-Fear is the Atmosphere,
For it knows that the present will stop and end here,
And the future holds something so bold,
Something that time, chance & fate could only mold,
There is only the impossibility of living within the presents grasp,
Now becomes Then before you can connect oxygen to your gasp,
If your almost out of something that’s always there, you better think fast,
Time - The Energy our species could never outlast.