Random Sampling

 

When I reached the last dot
to be connected
of my scattergram existence
I found myself at an inflection point
which gave me pause
prior to launch
toward a scary new direction
far removed from my comfort zone
messy as it may currently be

This blank page future before me
could turn out to be anything

Such an unsettling uncertainty

about what tomorrow may bring

While this is a very normal reaction

it's always been counterproductive

Never trusting in the power of randomness

that guides most of our actions

far more then we wanna admit

The self generated contrivance

that we are somehow in control

as masters of our destiny

has been the source

of human disillusionment

ever since Adam felt compelled

to take a bite of that damn apple