Without Desire

Once again I reminisce, all my days amount to this. Am i standing where I'm meant to be? Are decisions made, or are they free? A fork in the road could go either way, who knows what might happen today? Tired I grow as time gets late, do I leave my life to health or fate? Do I write the book of life, or read? Tomorrow, is it guaranteed? Do not despair, or so I am told, how can one dying be so bold? Life I have found can be quite a thrill, if it ended now have I had my fill? This time around what did I acquire? To seize the moment without desire.