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The hand writes so shakenly
To jar my head and awaken me
Scribbles float to leave me this note
A surly, bond-breaking life quote

I am insignificant,
I am driven by...
The hand stops now, but why?

Why can't it keep stroking an answer
For the problem tainting me like cancer?

I have no qualms with the first few words
I see us people like I see cow herds
I know I'm just a trite device
No need to fool myself more than twice

But that second line just chills my spine
For there is no path I call mine
I see this world in the trinity
Chaos, order, and infinity

I could follow one by stacking blocks
Or another by breaking faiths
But there is none my fate unlocks
And I won't join the mass that waits

I'd think to lead if others would heed
But I see no goal that holds no greed
The winds say sail, but my skin grows pale
I find no logic that I can't assail

I seek some end I'll completely defend
Yet no direction can get this protection
I seem to depend on use of a friend
As inflection of neural defection

I can see so many things throughout time
Why we're here, or what next may rhyme

Another day will tick away
As I lay with the games we play
A bit less one can guess with each notch
A useless, userless pocketwatch