There now,
gone the next.
If things don’t move
how do we exist?
If it is not random,
If it’s known
wouldn’t life be boring
knowing what happens tomorrow?
Tomorrow is not known
Nor is it unknown
Maybe the mess follows a pattern,
Maybe we don’t know what’s next.
Maybe the path’s curved,
Maybe the path is not even one.
Maybe we live from decision to decision,
Maybe we’ll always be perplexed.
Or just maybe,
Life is one crossroad to the next.
~ Juss Patel