straws pulled at random

what solace lies in the arms of fate, the ill embrace of uncertainty, when did i leave this in other hands, to be pulled down at chance, ripped away by destiny-claws, am i another of fate's possessions, dwelling the lie of freedom, just another straw pulled at random, reclaimed by deceiving time, a silent judgement i can not overrule, drawn back into the origin-vortex, uprooted and ground to dust, retracted into anti-existence, a magnet repelled by life's polarity, denied the self control of fate, we flow suspended in semi-life, until the ever imminent day, when oblivion claims our breath, nowhere indefinitely. not dead, not alive, existence-patterns ripped of symmetry. as will and, fate divide, have i appeased the gods of fate, am i allowed another day, must i die to escape, the scanning eyes of death