Sunday, 3 June 2012

how random

how random is random
dictated or said
no aim, without purpose
is random like dead
i'm given to wonder
at life frame by frame
direction or chaos
some joy and some pain
i'm here and i'm now
if i sleep will i wake
to live or to die
is not my choice to make
by my existence
do i alter the real
or is my mortality
just something i feel
we learned that the sun
does not orbit the earth
and storks don't bring babies
to populate earth
we know that the moon
causes tide's rise and fall
but the truth my friend is...
we know sweet bugger all

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