straws pulled at random
meshuggah
what solace lies in the arms of fate
the ill embrace of uncertainty
when did i leave this in other hands
to be pulled down at chance
ripped away by destiny-claws
am i another of fate's possessions
dwelling the lie of freedom
just another straw pulled at random
reclaimed by deceiving time
a silent judgement i can not overrule
drawn back into the origin-vortex
uprooted and ground to dust
retracted into anti-existence
a magnet repelled by life's polarity
denied the self control of fate
we flow suspended in semi-life
until the ever imminent day
when oblivion claims our breath
nowhere indefinitely. not dead
existence-patterns ripped of symmetry. as will and
have i appeased the gods of fate
the scanning eyes of death