A Realistic Analysis

As I tumble through the sky,
I begin to understand
what it means to be in the
hands of God.
.
It's about time
I came to understand this.
I relax, knowing
there is no defense left.
.
Somebody else's project now,
or maybe none will do it.
Beyond caring.
Others will fret, either
.
left without the pieces of my flesh
or saddened.