A Fateful Non-Poem, or The Confusion of Karma
Is it all fate?
Predetermined, they say.
You can’t escape your destiny, they say.
Get your choices here!
Go on, take as many as you like ~
Here, have another, they are free.”
A squelching of instinct
leads us down an unexpected path.
Looking back, a sudden realization:
It was all perfect.
What happened to the path
that instinct would have followed?
It’s a matter of time, they say.
No, you said.
Time is matter.
Space expands from this moment ~
from these choices.
Who will you be today?
Apologies to readers. I have given myself permission to write really bad poetry. Enjoy with a grain of salt.
Day 3, NaPoWriMo.