How strange it is that we live this way
Unable to know what next we’ll say
We feel control that cannot be
And sense a freedom we cannot see
Some drive to push and conquer all
And those who don’t deserve to fall
But what’s deserve when no options exist
For the poor are just those with luck that missed
Love is reduced when it’s compelled
When choice is dashed congrats are felled
Though since my path is already set
At least it saves me from regret
Some can’t fathom why to strive
To struggle and fight when it seems unwise
Since either way the path will unfold
Thus our noble actions cannot be bold
Yet I’ll still struggle to improve today
But that’s just what a machine would say
I know it’s true, but it matters not
For a life in bed is all for naught
I see this folly and know it’s real
Yet the clarity doesn’t help with what I feel
Alas we must accept this life on rails
But still behave as if we sail
~ Daniel Miessler, June 2018