Thursday 29 July 2021

All That I Must Do

by Nick Gisburne



My life submits to order, structure, plan
A formula to faithfully pursue
An envelope, directions from the man
A daily list of all that I must do
I have no way to sensibly explain
The pathway to the power I am shown
Each day the letters elevate my brain
And every step I take is not my own
Today the map, the guide, does not arrive
Instead, a simple note, a word, “Goodbye”
The information keeping me alive
Abandons me, afraid, alone, to die
    But surely this is madness, a mistake?
    Impossible that life is mine to make