Doctrine

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.

Not realising

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.