Floating through life, relying on nothing but pulse of the air

To adjust my erratic direction.

We are silent partners, we’re friends and we’re strangers.

We only have got one another; and

This mysterious, ever-expanding connection.

Corrections and shifts to the course -

I’m not even tiniest bit bothered.

Another adjustment,

Just keep looking straight -

Absorbing the impact. Accepting the truth

as it chooses to step into action.

Impeccable timing, as always. Such is the arrangement

that comes at no evident cost.

My options are tight, the plan has been written and sealed.

The chapters have been pre-defined

(if not all - then, probably, most).

The end to this story has one possible line.

Post-mortem, conclusions, and date.

Those are not mine to see, and they

are not mine to write.

So I keep looking straight,

Knowing that end of the day -

The world will continue

alright.