Nothing matches, he said. It’s all discombobulated. Helter Skelter. There’s no plan. He went on. Never has been.

Some say it’s all laid out before our eyes, he said in a slur. They say something like, predestined. You believe that? His eyes looked at his wrinkled face in the mirror.  I don’t. Never have.

I was told when I was younger that God had it all planned out. I was told He knows everything. Then you get older, and you yell at God. Asking Him, why didn’t you lead me down a different path?

And, there’s no response. Just a book that has all the answers. Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t.

So, you read it. You get scared. At the same time, there’s salvation, there’s so much death and destruction. Makes you wonder.

His cell door opens. A new day begins.