With an anxious resignation
and beguiled anticipation
I await my assignation
and a destination
unknown
Without a moment's hesitance
Chasing soul's deliverance
Unbound by omnipotence
Or a consequence
alone
The God's are so mischievious
Determined, ever devious
Perception's all that really is
What was previous
and shown
And now the fated die is cast
This too shall come to be passed
Few things are ever built to last
So make it fast
your own
stephen h. smith 5.11.2003
