Fate or Flight

Am I a product of circumstance
Or has my fate been left to chance?
I may of course be quite mistaken
But all roads seem like roads less taken.

Am I really the one in control
In this cosmic causal rigmarole?
At times I feel it would be wiser
To replace metacognition with fertilizer.

If I cease to think of consequence
Am I carefree or full of pretense?
If I think too much I may hesitate
And I wouldn’t be able to blame cruel fate.

The future is equal parts myth and fact
Whether I choose to act or react
Even as a product of an immutable past
I can mold the role in which I am cast.

So Long, and Thanks for the Coffee

Bistro means quick, did you know
Not surprising, to run for a mile
And settle down for quick closure.
Like a business engagement
Gone unfortunately awry
No one’s fault, you see, but
Life is full of opportunity.

One almost gets used to it;
Like preheating a broken oven
Or knowing from the first floor
That the milk has boiled over;
Time to salvage for cheese.

Being relieved is inappropriate
Being dispassionate is worse
But I know that the laceration
Doesn’t bloom till much later
Alcohol stings a lot though.

“And I said what about, Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
Let’s split the bill now, shall we?
Because the world’s equal opportunity
And time’s ticking so disastrously.
It is known that all else afterwards
Will be like pipetting broken glass
Forced and wasteful, but oft done.

One feels like fleeing, and several
Dramatic notions come to mind.
Where’s my application to NSD?
If only I had such inspiration
Every minute, I’d be sensational
And bleed forever happily after.

All’s well that ends well, Haddock
But I’m afraid I’m a bit too deaf
Didn’t catch that last bit. Hmm?
Something to do with hell’s bells.