One Must

There comes a time, when one must do what he must.
Now, there is much to do – one prays for sustenance.
Yet he wishes to evanesce.

Linger on, he shall. He could. But surpass lingering, he must.
Yet I, alone cannot. So he submits, for it is not his will, but His.
And He, through Him and by Him all things are as it should be.
I think.

Therefore I am.