Random

If I were to look upon my life in
its totality, from my very first
breath, to where my very last thought has been,
itís the steadfast random for which Iím curst.

My life, despite routines ubiquitous,
trips to a dance of arbitrary chance,
where trust Iím under a normal aegis
unfailingly the capricious supplants.

But, despite abrupt shock to the system,
the random experience, without fail,
leads to a forest from the trees wisdom
no mundane habit could ever unveil.

So, though Iíve no inkling what it may be,
next happening Iíll prize with fearful glee.