On the thought of random
What happens in vacuum’s
Never plays out
The ways
We believe
That it should
So the most
Random
Element
Of life
Always takes a side
And has a way
Of making the day
New
On the thought of random
What happens in vacuum’s
Never plays out
The ways
We believe
That it should
So the most
Random
Element
Of life
Always takes a side
And has a way
Of making the day
New
Sea light
From the myst
Of the oceans
Barreling
Waves
One on top
Of the other
The sun
Burns through
The brine air
As the speckles of water
Fill the room
Around us
Another go
Who knows
What the
End
Result
Will be