A Destiny Futile To Resist Poem by Drew Engman

Our lives are like warm bubbles trapped in ice
Small spheres of light
Here melting away.
This aging, getting old and older,
It's not going to end until our damn time comes
And we die or start over again.

There's no way to work some magic wisdom to get out of this, and
We might have a purpose that is futile to resist,
But the very end seems bitter and unsweet at the last breath.
I guess all we can do is live our lives until our deaths.