Feeling Powerless

The difficulty that is me. How do i face life every morning? Will i face life tomorrow. Or will my cold arms be prised apart by family and friends to a more appropriate position despite the hardness from rigor mortis? These are the questions that haunt me. Waht if tomorrow never comes? This is when the all powerful fate overpowers me, prevents me from surging ahead, with the sarcastic wit that I'm famous for. Sarcasm is the shield behind which i hid my feelings from others. But even that fails when i try convincing myself that i will live to talk abut today, as yesterday. Powerless, every man feels this way once, but to live it, to have it poison every cell in my body, its maddening.