It only just
seems like real life
when your back is to the wall
and your feet are at the line
while I am squeezing the trigger

it only seems like fate
when the castle crumbles
beneath your feet,
falls into the sea
washing you off
and washing you away

the night
comes,
but always turns down the hallway
and the sun stalks up behind it
without contest,
without thought
and sound

just live
and breathe
and die
like the rest of us
and collect your
retirement