Following me

I try to run away from this never-ending chain of events…
He mocks my efforts and laughs at my rebellious eyes,
Chasing me through this life to knock on death’s door,
Keeping me arrogant of what’s beyond and the events of now,
Making me run to the ends of this world and others,
Fate is following me like a shadow.
I turn with my back against the sun and look to the ground at my shadow.
Growing longer as the sun passes and goes down.
Unavoidably there with the good and the bad,
The light and the dark times,
Laying down the bricks in my path
And setting the obstacles for me to overcome;
I take a step onto this path,
Entwined with the fate of others;
In the mind’s end I meet a door with no knob;
I go around the cycle again with fate following,
And come back when my knob is waiting for me…
To get away from the cycle my door is what I choose,
Being only able to open it when I try hard enough…
I will set the bricks with my own hands,
And open the door that I made with my own choices.