Fate it seems is folly,
An accidental intrusion is consciousness,
Something unfolds like a saga,
And then curls back into darkness.
How much longer will I live?
It seems more like a story than a life.
I try to figure out the plot,
Events rather than experience,
On pages flapping in the wind,
Am I the antagonist?
©dbyrne april 2013
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2013
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