A mother and child, running through rain, Lightning crack’s, the sky’s domain. An ancient oak tree, roots long and deep One step, one strike, the circuit completes, A parent falls, holding daughter’s hand Both casualties of nothing planned. A semi-truck drifts, a driver’s glance, Phone goes dark, a fleeting chance. A van of children, soccer songs, Alive because the timing’s wrong. Every wire, each battery’s fade, A hidden order in endless cascade. Randomness, no such thing, Every moment has its string. Chaos dances, patterns hide, We call it chance, but it’s aligned. Every choice an outcome brings. Randomness, no such thing. In the womb, a code miswrites, Silent letters, altered fights. A life of sixteen years at best, The genome’s script, a fated test. Not fortune’s roll, not fate’s decree, But tangled laws of entropy. Randomness, no such thing, Every moment has its string. Chaos dances, patterns hide, We call it chance, but it’s aligned. Every choice an outcome brings. Randomness, no such thing. We see faces in the stars, Patterns traced on random scars. Our own bias closes blinds, We stitch illusions in our minds. But underneath, the path is clear, Complex truths draw us near. Randomness, no such thing, Every moment has its string. Chaos whispers, order sings, The hidden hand in everything. Randomness, no such thing… No such thing…
