The randomness of stuff I suppose you could say ……………………
“And in the quiet there is sound
I can hear my head spinning
There is no rhythm, no rhyme
A merry-go-round of randomness.
The path is in shadow
Yet there is no choice but to take a step forward
One at a time because the universe is in a constant state of flux
There is no pause button
Moving is the only option
At least you get to choose.