Maybe it’s destiny
That gently leads
Us into the future
With invisible hands
More like tentacles
Nudging us forward
Pulling us back
When we misstep
Punishing us
Until we get it right
Maybe it’s destiny
That covers us
Under blankets
So dark we can’t see
Squeezing us
Until we can’t breathe
Causing us to beg
For mercy
Just a tiny reprieve
From the void
It tortures us with
Sucking from us
Pathetic promises
It knows we won’t keep
Just so it can watch
As we obediently
March to it’s command
It politely calls free will