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,
it’s the steadfast random for which I’m curst.

My life, despite routines ubiquitous,
trips to a dance of arbitrary chance,
where trust I’m 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 I’ve no inkling what it may be,
next happening I’ll prize with fearful glee.