Destiny

We have time but do not know for what
We do not wish to feel we’ve not lived well
Yet meaning  seems a fiction with no plot

I feel he will return, has he forgot?
Who shall be the arbiter, who’ll tell?
I have time but do not know for what

The dove has not returned to the dove cot
The devil seems to maul about this hell
Is meaning a  mere fiction with no plot?

Our ancestors were thankful for their lot.
They had expectations  lower yet fulfilled
We have time but do not know for what.

Am I someone human  or a blot
Upon the page where God writes his last Will?
Is there inner meaning or a plot?

Whatever game  it is we pay the bill
We see the  truth before us with no  frill.
We have time but do not know for what
Oh, destiny’s a  lie, no play’s pre-writ.

He will come Messianic and fulfilled
The birds will sing and all shall be his will.
We have time and bless the daily gift
Knowing neither what is slow or fast