I Die In Bits And Pieces

I die in bits and pieces, starts and stops; A puzzle never to be completed; The wrong answer, to no known question. My weight of days are heavy with foreboding, That you can never forestall that last sunset. Fear's a debt never made good. Don't look for reasons down here; There aren't any- Just imperatives. Our only freedom is the track we were born into; No more choice than any animal, running on instinct. Our wills, our only sword for doing battle. So much distance from your words to mine, We could almost be on another planet, shouting into blind darkness. Though our lives run so parallel, they're nearly indistinguishable. Every year is more fragmented than the last Entropy stretches out space and memories And at the end, there's only endless night. If we're truly lucky, we might die before losing all grace; Then they will say, what a good life he had- But watch, nobody will meet your eyes at that moment Because they're all still prisoners themselves, Running a losing race, lying to themselves To make it through their lengthening days. Just because it's the only game in town Doesn't make it any better: If you don't start to rebel now, you will only die more enslaved.