Tuesday, May 31, 2011

It's a Game of Chance


As the orange sun bridged water and sky
That time that is neither night nor day
I look to the west and wonder why
All things sacred turned out this way

It’s a game of chance some people say
All things beautiful evolved for us
I guess it’s how we see beauty today
There is no formula we can trust

What will be will be the saying goes
We’re just a speck in the great cosmos
Two eyes, ten fingers, and ten toes
Opposing thumbs and big brain we boast

Men are mystics and superstitious things
Chance is not romantic or mysterious
There are animals with fins and wings
But the creation of man is a lot more serious

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