How a mind desires slavery amidst uncertainty.
|My back is sore, my mind exhausted.
With a quick glance I notice the time.
I have not done what I should, nor what I wanted.
And I am uncertain of both.
Please someone tell me.
Are my efforts worth it? Is my aim true? Will I reach my goal?
No answers obviously.
I crave certainty.
This hit and miss game of 'effort' is tiresome.
Bind me to fate, not these dice.