Everything Must Converge

Ever wondered,

If I chose this?

If this moment

Ever since birth of time,

This stubborn, immovable

Lump in its continuance

With every tick in the clock -

Has been pulling me,

Closer

To set me apart

And then set me free?

Two left turns,

two next rights -

Every sundown

On open streets

Eyes rolling in search

of a dream and hope

Year by year;

Burying the self 

In layers down the ground

And burning the fossil

To fuel the idea;

Being my own hard-hitting hero

For I were to live

A precedent that no one else would.

Everything must converge here.

The beginning of the end.

The design is compassed,

The arrangement done.

The disequilibrium

In animation of reality,

A long realm of nothingness; here,

Purpose has no place.

I realize now-

I've never had any real interest

In anything.

Is this the real life?

Never have I ever,

but I think I just might -

Let life that underwhelms,

Overwhelm.