The Melancholy of Random and Chance

The murky world of random and chance

Fleeting, uncontrolled and happenstance.

The physical melancholy of a moment passed

Slipping through the nets of time at a grasp.

But while memories last a lifetime, they’re never enough

Losing all their edges and becoming too rough.

As a memory fades away inked over by the now

We never remember the fate or the how - 

Of the murky world of random or happenstance

That makes our stories so full at a glance.