That Meteor

I need a meteor,
To fall upon my life,
When left to my own devices, I find,
I accept all the strife,

Everyone around me just carries on,
As if it's all planned out,
Like we are all cogs in a great machine,
Yet cursed with these feelings of fear and doubt,

Of what's to come, though it can't be changed,
Unless it's dismantled,
Struck by a fire ball, cogs scattered afar,
To be reassembled.

But then, by whom?
That, I will never say,
May I find myself in a better place,
After that meteor descends one day.