I might wish on random days
To know what will come,Not tomorrow but further,
On days more distant.
I could be happy in the knowledge
That my prince charming
Is out there somewhere
Just waiting to be found;
I could tremble at the thought
Of that fateful, yet inevitable, day
When I cease to draw the breath of life
And, instead, expire;
But what good is that awareness
When every action by myself
Or some friend, relative
Or random person never met
Can change the entire construct
Of my very existence
Making the understanding gained
Null and void and useless.
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