Fly on the Windshield

After my past life of cries,
there is no way to see,
every decision has been made,
and none of them by me.

Seeing as the sun will set,
on this same and fateful day,
nothing in my life is made by me,
nothing is done my way.

All of them plot against me,
and there is not a way at all,
to see that i have fallen far,
from where i once stood tall.

I used to stand up for me,
they saw no regret that was here,
I look on my life now and think,
was it really all that clear?

I see easily what happened now,
and there is no way to stop,
what has happened is done now,
and I had no skip or hop.

So now as I am the fly,
and on the windshield i do reside,
I will try not to get hit anymore,
it will all happen in due time.