Even Time Will Have to Tread the Path
And very little time
What is a man supposed to do
His life unfolds along but a single path
His fate determined by the gods of chance
Foolishly, he applies formulae to nature's chaos
Believing he's the master of his destiny
When in truth he is held in thrall
By a cruelly entropic cosmos
And even his dog doesn't respect him
But wait, there's more:
He rails against the world
And shakes his fist heavenward
The gods glance down, snigger at his tantrum
Yet he does that, over and over again
And refuses to see the futility of his wrath
Or that he is the debris of indifferent forces
Only inside his heart there is purpose
A delusion that fuels his existence
And gives him reason to fight on
| Contributors: | N, F, Nym, Randy, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Roland, Dassn't Say, Anon., baoloa, Karin, A. |
| Poem finished: | 1st September 2003. |