Karma might just be real.

Things before noticed
and thrown in the ditch
end up being, life is a bitch.

For me, running, trying to be free,
the minutia and reality of intimate life
never got the best of me.

The big world was captivating,
my life of escapism, getting away,
avoiding intimacy,
thinking I was okay.

I'm almost old,
and I have weird things happening
to my mind, my body, and knowing
in fact, none of it is fate.

Yup, karma is real,
as I experience it now.
I thought I had at least tried
to examine my life,
and realize I still don't
know how, and who does?