even your face

after sometime you will see
that nothing is your own
the name soiled by too many voices
no longer something you can handle
with the certainty of ownership
the hours were always divided for you
by things outside your volition
parents. the solar system.
your choices were always made for you
now you are made to choose
carefully
and certainly
the lady or the tiger
you have no third choice
even your face is stained by time
by the atmosphere, by climate
weathered by smoke and oxygen
captured by gravity
dragged down until it finally peels
or is burned away
and then you are left with same face
as anyone
who
has died
?
you will no longer know