In a world of complete chaos,
nothing happens for a reason:
things just happen,
and that's it.
You walk a road,
and only one:
all those other
possible ones
will never touch you;
they will never touch me -
we shall not even feel them
brush our skin.
(If you want peace,
then go to sleep.)
There are many different roads home,
but only a drunk man
would think them different.
But, on reflection,
we don't walk a road;
we walk a circle
from life to death
and beyond (or not).
Take what chance brings
and run with it
until you hit the wall;
and then carry on.
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