No matter how hard I try, I can't unsee it,
The horrid apparition that dwells within it.
You see, I try to bring back belief of the causal law,
But for nature, statistics gets the longest straw.
God does not play dice,
I do agree.
Yet, we may be just laboratory mice,
And that's why we get this living spree.
I lay at night, not knowing will I get up in the morning
And everytime I get up, I am so surprised like a child.
With this feeling, life will never again be boring,
Every worry I come to, suddenly becomes mild.