Doubts Poem by Tony Esmonde

In what do I believe?
I sometimes ask.
Is it love, fear greed?
All memories of the past.
Am I a changing morsel,
buffeted this way and that,
like a fish's dorsal,
weaving a life's path
through uncharted waters.

Reflect on the day or hour.
is it even relevant?
It is all going to happen,
whatever seems prevalent.
Have I got no control?
The future can't be changed.
Is it a predestined pathway?
What's to occur is ordained:
an uncertain journey to heavenly quarters.