The Works Of A Curse

I'm not sure why
Things work the way they do
With no warning
So sudden
Mercilessly

It is almost as if
The universe taunts us
Exclaiming our weakness
Of being nailed to the present
With only a slight, unsure glimpse
Of what may come to be

And our past?
It doesnt necessarily predict our future
And our future
Is not a reflection of the present
They are intertwined
Yet so distant

And the works of such curse
Revealed itself to me this week
And I ponder the reason why
It had to choose me

Then I realize
That I chose it