I’ll take my chances
With the world at large, and face the angry crowds
“Look. Look at me!”
My vainglorious cry will ring. “I have the answer.”
But, of course, I won’t.
Because none do, there is no way to solve the riddle.
We flit from dream to dream, minute to minute
Until, if fortune smiles,
We find a point where want and hazard meet.
It is chance that rules, not choice,
We boast of what we’ve made or done or seen.
So proud of who we are,
Yet, the best that we can be is thankful.
Nothing comes from nothing
And without something, nothing can continue.
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
I wait and look
And search for that last recorded word.