Random Sampling

When I reached the last dot
to be connected
of my scattergram existence
I found myself at an inflection point
which gave me pause
prior to launch
toward a scary new direction
far removed from my comfort zone
messy as it may currently be
This blank page future before me
could turn out to be anything

Such an unsettling uncertainty
about what tomorrow may bring

While this is a very normal reaction
it's always been counterproductive

Never trusting in the power of randomness
that guides most of our actions
far more then we wanna admit

The self generated contrivance
that we are somehow in control
as masters of our destiny
has been the source
of human disillusionment
ever since Adam felt compelled
to take a bite of that damn apple