You Could

You could worry yourself sick trying to be a better person. You could spend a thousand sleepless nights trying to figure out how to live decent and honest. You could cross your heart seven thousand times with your eyes shut tight. You could cut your thumb and pen solemn vows on a rock with your blood, then throw that rock into a river at the stroke of midnight. But, from somewhere unknown, some nameless catastrophe would swoop into your life like a hawk on a rat, and turn everything inside out and upside down forever.