Ponder the Predestined
Embellished with my footprints
Rough remorseless road
Sidetracking with “exit” signs
“Easy way”
“Lighten your load”
Not all signs are omens.
Circuitous these off-ramps
aptly control my roamings
No respite allowed
Alone I am a crowd
From where come these voices?
So virulently loud?
As if I am self-animate
And I chose such a course
Hubristically impudent
Surely I was forced.
Chimerical dreams
burst me at the seams
leaving in my weary wake
a silent trail of screams
Felicities flitting the firmament
deride my lack of reach
Cloudage hides the feelings
Still I hear them screech
Elation crashed upon me once
empyrean deserter
I’d bade her company in vain
now I just want just want to hurt her
Compulsed to smash this thing to bits
can Happiness feel hurt?
Will it cry If I decide
to crush it in the dirt?
Suppose myself a killjoy
a sadist in the wry
Casuistic contemplation
whets the whats and whys
Preponderant ponderence
leaves me dissatisfied
Sedulously searching self
yearning for explanation
Did I choose this as my path?
Or did Predestination?