Cuckoo
Clock
To think
on this, there’s nothing more real than random
To think
being the choice we’ve as individuals
To reject
this, is suicide of the mind
To commit
this, is denial we exist as humankind
Before we
decide, we’re actually in a weird tide
We’re
both at the same time decided and undecided
And then
decision makes it reality
Ultimately
a finite causality
Everything
that exists, is a mathematical twist
The
patterns followed, the very nature of existence
It’s the
New Day that arrives providing again time to thrive
It’s the
morning greeting or coffee steaming
D’you see
the foolishness of humanity’s penchant for certainty?
It’s
wrapped in how we view reality
It
affects our conception of time
Oh to
find the happy medium where fear becomes sublime
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