Probability Poem by Brian Hinckley

The funny thing
about imagination is
there are many ways
reality can play out.
One of a million.

One door of
a million opens,
while the others
slam shut.
Only one way to go.

You have no choice,
you walk through
only to see
a million more choices.
The game is afoot again.

You lead yourself on,
hoping for one, but getting another.
Diluting yourself, but
never shocked at the outcome.
You know the rules.

Shrugging because you
know the game continues
every time
you make a choice.
You keep playing.

Eyes forward,
you continue on.
A million doors close,
but there is always one open.
You take your chances.