Who Sees My Plan?

There's a plan for me

Dramatic destiny

Of whose eyes do see

Isn't clear to me.

Is it the Universe

The vague cosmic Nurse

Pushing me head first

Into the wayward hearse?

Is it Nirvanic force

The still and silent horse

Promising soul divorce

If I ride its course?

Is it Nothingness

The non-tactile bliss

Giving me the diss

Of justice amiss?

Are they the gods afar

The pantheon of war

Some if I do ignore

Shall strike me lame and poor?

Is it the single Maker

The celestial baker

Whose homage few the taker

Leaving a globe of fakers?

Why are these eyes so distant

Not a pair insistent

Their stories inconsistent

Who shall pursue persistent?

Is there a presence nearer

Calling the falling hearer

Dissonant voice made clearer

'Stead some vacuous terror?

Or could ever a man

Deliver such a plan

Taking my whole life's span

From where it first began?

Couldn't be less than general

To fight my plan from seminal

Couldn't be less than sage

To orchestrate the age

Couldn't be less than seer

Forecasting all my fear

Couldn't be less than flawless

Making just the lawless

Couldn't be less than rabbi

Teaching my tale better than I

Couldn't be less than priest

Fixing each fragile piece

Couldn't be less than king

Great might to do such thing.

But would he know the loss suffered

My hurt that's not buffered

My shame that's not covered

My joys undiscovered?

Would he respect the rejection

My miss of perfection

My hopeless direction

My endless reflection?

Would he have eyes like me

To see what I see

To get my grief and glee

My longing to be free

From this distant plan

From this unknown clan

Whose idols span

Over all the land?

And if he did would I

Have the guts to try

To follow this great guide

And have our souls abide

As he leads me forth

Into a life of worth

Going beyond this Earth

Into eternal mirth?