Word Epiphany

I feel as though I am but an actor on the stage, in this great plot which once again reminds us that life is but a scenario. How we fill in the cliches is not entirely up to us, for our parts have already been scripted. How does one find meaning in a world which is so uncertain to us, yet so predestined in the grand scheme of the universe? Is hope, or all emotion for that matter, an existential fallacy? I wish for nothing but control over my destiny, for happiness has no meaning.

Gaze quickly leaping,
Surveying
A lion in a
Herd of gazelles
Scouting out the
Next target
Preying on unsuspecting
Passerby
Meet and greet
A wine tasting,
Sampling each
Prospect
Changing lenses,
Zooming in
Survival of
The courageous