Jeeving [Experimental Version]

Living could mean breathing Could mean waiting decay Flawless thoughts of meaning Breathless thoughts of believing Fate defines, or do I control? Is it random, or a thread I can handle? An overwhelming path I can´t choose? Is control just an illusion I keep as my truth? Please my soul Make each breath A meaningful Illusion Plan my life Don´t plan my will Gather close Hear my heart It beats alone Flowing means acceptance Past choices, silent grievance Future written on walls of time With chains that guide my steps Leave my life My touchless will Don´t come too close Feel my heart It beats alone The void feels fair An odd take on despair Actions impaired Not living Just Jeeving