Figments & Fragments

Stress Doubt

life is a losing game
we play with borrowed marbles
bubbles in entropy
blown to burst

cast from the waiting darkness
costumes shuffled and dealt
arbitrary roles
arbitrary rules

limned in transient light
facing the great alone
staging a future passed
imaginary choices in a clockwork world

spinning in personal space
cocooning threads of hope
meaning is what we make it
love the only counter in a pointless tally