To make your life a breeze, -

she said

make up a list

and delegate it 

And so I did, to get her

off my back, I thought it up

I let it go 

into an abyss of any thought

But suddenly the fire's lit

the children fed and

groceries are here

So tell me this:

did my small list

fall in the perfect pocket

of life's roulette

for I'm still waiting on the

croissants

Can i create my own

happenstance 

out of life's uncertainty 

as a need to live

Maybe accept that I am

a subject of own will 

giving in to no reason

for anything 

Making shapeless eternity the source

of my motion

to love