LIFE IN REPEAT
LIFE IN REPEAT
not one man can stare for long at the sun
or know at any time when his life is done
at the one haunted hour of his own death
hardly anytime to suck in your last breath
unless it s true an egoistic suicide planned
choosing a last sun gaze in your own hand
living life in many blurred dizzy balances
Determinism versus chaos is are choices
The final outcome is not ever guaranteed
black robed scytheman’s cold hand deed
hear behind you his heartless rasping voice
knowing surely there’s absolutely no choice
a deep, deep abyss hides a monstrous terror
beneath the dark old cloak of human error
uncertain of your life’s pure simple chance
No anticipation is given in time’s romance
uncontrolled happenings will determine it
our own destiny lies unknown and will sit
just inside your future’s history still to come
but in the end you may stare back at some
the delight and security of your repetition
in our everyday lives it gives destination
and offers secure succour to our very soul
helping to make us very strangely whole
customs and habits offer certain purpose
make certain sense of life’s crazy circus
our own future will often resemble the past
the die will be thrown, the dye will be cast
your lives in repetitive safety can be stated
gregarious normality not unexpectedly fated
fill our day with regularly repeated actions
siren’s contingent song holds no distractions
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