On  01/xx/2003

I felt cold that day.
The day I got the news.
No one ever wants to be
Reminded about things
Of which they have no control of : ( you should'a known better).
Mortality and disease and evil politicians
And airplanes that suddenly
Crash into buildings.
But that day as I sat in an orange armchair,
Located in a small rectangular room,
I was reminded
That none of us have our hands on the final draft of the script
Or even the permission, nor the authority, to rewrite it.
Is it fair?
Or is it simply a matter of
Free will,
Choice,
Cause,
And effect.