The fight with fate

Walking on an empty path
Towards my future and away from my past
Where everything had fallen apart
Carrying with me a single back pack
Filled with pain of loss and pride
Head bowed as the wind whistles by
My feet sinks in sand, it rained last night
And so carefully  I step
Avoiding the evidence the rain had left
All the while thinking of where I'm headed
I have nowhere to go or money to spend
I'm a homeless man without a bridge in sight
I've got tunnel vision, the rest of the world is blurry and dark
I can only focus on the man dressed in black
Whom I flirted with so fiercely and has come to collect his prize
He's here for my life
But I'm not ready, not yet
There's still so much to do but not much time left
So I escaped
I shook hands with the devil and made a trade
A few years to do what I must then from this life I will fade
But time is relative and flexible so I must find a way
To elongate what I have in hopes of uncovering the secret to more
Forgetting to live as I strive to avoid going  6feet under the floor
I forgoe living to avoid death
But  that in itself is a form of death,  maybe metaphoric
But the same in that my spirit withers and my soul is toxic
And soon I know  I'm fighting a losing battle
Lying on my sick bed my mind unsettled
Memories of nothing fill my head
Wishing I could have lived a full life instead