Finding order in randomness. Finding randomness in order.

I see the road ahead  Leading to success But I want to instead Just make a giant mess Why would you, you may ask And be right to do so It’s just I’m not up to the task  I’m quite lazy and slow  You see I’ve taken that road before And success I did get But then my feet were so sore  And my shoes all wet So now I shall stay put And forgo the chance at glory “He was never afoot” Shall be my story   

  Searching for meaning  In a confusing world Is almost becoming kind of absurd You have the teachers You have the books You worship the preachers Who turn out to be crooks So what shall a man do To live a life worthwhile  Maybe -  to oneself be true  And do what makes you smile  PS - “Unless you are a psychopathic serial killer. Then don’t do that please.”

No, not anymore can we wait It’s time to pick up the sword Now we take charge of our fate And fight the evil untoward  I know, we abhor violence  But when evil is just this far It’s no time for silence  My brother, it’s time for war 

Every time I fumble You extend your hand to pull me up  What if the next time  I place my heart in it instead?