Random?

 

Random?

 

If all were this

Would we ever be?

Would ever a tree bear the same fruit?

Can we say that blue is always blue

Or red always red

Without thought of order out of chaos?

Were all to be chaos,

From whence came the order?

Is life truly random

As many might think

Or is some higher force

An order here brings?

Are we part of said force

Or the force part of us?

Who will know this

Without so much fuss?

Freestyle by choice

And choices on knowledge

So even in chaos

Might order restore.

Reviews

[pasdepoisson]

I really like the opening several lines of this work-- the opening three in particular.

Towards the end, I got a little confused. Might be my fault.

It might be fun to experiment with something totally anarchic in the last lines, like radical use of space or really fragmentary lines to express the chaos before returning to your last two lines:
"So even in chaos
Might order restore."