Poem -

Happening Street

Happening Street

This thing we thought was inevitable...
Just ain’t happening

All the fears we’ve been fermenting...
Just ain’t happening

All the wild scenarios we conjured up
still ain't ever happening

Things go down for a reason

or maybe not..

Good, bad, and indifferent
tis all a roll of the bouncing dice

There be no quantified logic in play here

So we gotta adapt on the fly

Dance with chaotic happenstance
and fully embrace life's randomness


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