My Fate
Options are far too great, far too many, and I can’t make sense of which is right
This moment is a gift, the present, and it will always linger, day or night
So to decide whether to be happy during the collapse, happy for a life lived and deeds undone
Or fall when the world sparks back like electricity, fall because the pain no longer unites us, makes us one
They school me just to rule me, what if I don’t want to be a professor, what if a comedian speaks my fate?
Maybe I want to live on scraps, call concrete a home, not even remembering if this morning I ate
And it doesn’t matter because that thought is beautiful, to live like ancestors not so carefully nurtured
Even though it kills off emotions, yes, it will hurt sure
But you can’t make decisions for me, I dream on an independence unimagined to blossom
And my only friends will be the drumsticks and the possum
Decisions, decisions, decisions
We can’t win it, we win it, so be it