struggle not against fate

struggle not against fate,

it’s pre-ordained;

that you should die today.

(perhaps die is too strong a word;)

live, cry, laugh, crinkle, run, smile

a dozen words waiting to fill that are willing to fill that blank.

but still i choose die.

fate implies an ending, and death is the ending(for most).

no great adventure beyond the shawls of Death -

death brings all motion to a halt.

 

no liberation, no afterlife to be had.

illusions they are, and illusions they remain.

if fate has decreed that you shall die today,

then wait calmly in your room; sip your cup of tea -

and see Fate and Death, hand-in-hand, joining you at your afternoon respite.

 

there is no struggle to be had,

no heroics before fate.

she’s the dealer that knows your hand,

seen your life when you’re just a sperm.

she knows you before you know her.

 

so struggle not against fate,

her fancies are for you to obey.

grovel at her feet and skirt,

you’ve no power over her.

for even if you kill yourself today – she knows,

that today was the day you die.