Last Dream

[popeye]

This is beautiful - I am new to poetry but I really enjoyed "I walk across my distinguished fate. I can not help, nor can I lead."
Like you are walking over it? I feel a lack of control - in what we are allowed to control in this society.. we have choices in this society but how do we know the choices we make aren't implanted into our subconscious through power of suggestion - or that we have an illusion of choice. Who is the one giving us these choices? How many companies are there to choose from that lead back to 1 of the 4 main corporations? This hit a chord with me in our fates, if they are predetermined by a "higher power" - that higher power could be the people who give us that illusion of choice. "Men and women die, As I lay tight." - this line made me think of the people around the w orld who I cannot help, it seems out of my control - and I get this comfortable life, yet uncomfortable in these questions philosophically - "Who is really calling the shots?" "Who am I?"

does any of this strike a chord? I am having a hard time expressing the feeling this poem is generating in me in words
I also see signing a contract into a war, the thoughts you have as you bleed out from a gun shot - "distinguished fate" - like, you accepted from the get go that you would die, for a purpose
Rigamortis "As I lay tight"

RIGOR bloody MORTIS
Sorry, and uncontrolled outburst.
tectak

LOL, that's a bit stiff tectak!