The Song

The song knew
from where life came
and where it would go;
it functions on
absolute principles
and would never care
or could care
if I knew this
or knew HOW.

I laugh and shout
CHANCE
then cry and lament
PREDESTINED
and then go silent
understanding that
in infinite
I want to know
its beginning.

The day and night,
the seasons and
the oceans
own a verse in the song
so do I and
what happens to me
in that song.