DEATH Poem: The Drift, by Mikey Brain

Are all our paths pre-destined,
or joined by chance alone?

Are we confined in the arrow of time,
or just bound on its flow?

Romance aside, I’m certain—
Strong in my belief,
fate is just a construct,
of evolution’s biology

Yet if I take Pascal’s wager,
and death conceals a twist,

I’ll find the place
you say exists,
and meet you on the drift.