Futility

Alive,

I become everything

I most likely can be.

I paced through all the spaces,

I awake into the white.

It is not simple …

I am fated

to revolt

toward the truth

that could change me.

I am trudging

taking sunlight

into my embrace.

I am moving …

into my own being.

I sensed the kill,

the will of being,

it must be everything

of what living could be.