A Life Inevitable

 

I think I want to die,

But thinking is overrated.

Age lends itself to darker thought,

Though time leaves us little choice.

 

History and time are not the same,

Memories are but photographs in the mind.

Dreams bring clarity in moving form,

In my dreams I fall and start again.

 

Wishing is for fools,

As fate is a script with no rewrites.

The truth is written on sand, not stone,

Wanting more defies logic and reason.

 

I think, therefore, I am,

Memories, dreams and fate dare not lie.

Fear does not enter darker thought,

I am, therefore, I die.