Is our life preordained,
Is it possible we have no control,
Do you think it's all inevitable,
The life laud out for the soul,
As effort to change the normal,
Continues to weigh on me heavy,
I'm finding myself ending in familiarity,
A repeating position of living abysmally,
No matter the strive of my desire,
To reach heights I've never known,
I end up right where I left off,
As if I'm stuck in a revolving cyclone,
I never give surrender to its fate,
Somehow I keep believing the insane,
Trying to find the better life for me,
Even though I'm convinced there's nothing to gain,
Is our life preordained,
Will I always feel the inevitable end,
Or will someday I get to that part of me,
That I never seem to apprehend.
©justin_ur
J