Hmmm. Well, in the midst of some short lived stress I wrote this poem as an ode to the frustration of chaos. In fact, my mood was not anything close to owning my destiny and path . I was frustrated by chaos and trying to resign myself to its random nature.

The “most of the time” Me, the 95% Me, has a can-do-nothing-will-stop-me-fall-off-the-bicycle-and -get-right-back-on commitment to life. I do forge my own path and subscribe to a life view like that. Of course adjustments in direction and load tolerance must be factored in.

So yeah, the 5% of Me wrote the poem as a subservience to life’s randomness vs control. Not my favorite state, but hey, human!

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