Bright flash sparks in my mind,
And suddenly I have clarity.
I’m meant to be here,
On this earth, in this world,
In this time, living this life.
No matter how low I feel,
Or how high I ascend,
Things seem to change, not when I want,
But when they’re meant to.
And no amount of my struggling and pain,
Fighting fate, deriding destiny,
None of it changes a thing.
I’ll live because I’m here,
And I’ll die when I’m meant to.
How I wish it wasn’t the case.
I guess I’ll have to wait for eternal sleep.