Bowing
In tight embrace of time
I live life of compulsion
Not of choice
I have to go, forever
Whatever I do, good or bad
Odd, but strict is the order
Is Nature absurd and brutal?
There may be some wisdom
Not intelligible to me
Because I love myself
Is it wrong if I want to live?
Uncertain moments
Imbued with perpetual peril
Do not make sense
I cannot go beyond
Weaving thoughts and concerns
A sterile exercise
In the realm of secret rule
Of the unknown, full of
Opacity and ordination
So, I bow before the inevitable
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