In the End, What Can We Control?

A hopeless path

In the end, what can we control?

In the end, what does it matter?

In the end, is it worth the final toll?

And why are our wills left shattered?

 

A beast creeps around a corner

His handler marches on slow

His arm forever restraining

Until it is time for him to let go

 

What then shall we do in this danger?

What can be done to harrow this pain?

Is it worth it when our minds are made stranger

Transformed by this hard pouring rain

 

The beast only comes closer

The handler grinning ear to ear

To consume a soul unfettered

Stumbling through a fate unclear

 

A short time is given

To unravel the tangle of time

It does not matter if we succeed

For death holds no heart for the sublime

 

And handler now knowing

The pursued blind still

A great question unanswered

As time lunges for the kill