Probability Poem by Amy Stuart

Probability


This hand that holds the dice
let's go...
Life,
Chance,
the Inability to Choose.

Choice is no longer in your hands.
Chance is only a fragment of imagination.
Life is an abyss of luck.

Luck –
Has God chosen his favorites?
Did the Devil choose his least liked ones?

There are no premonitions
your time will come
sooner or later.
There is no luck of choosing.

Yes,
No.
YES!
Never.
Just leave it all to Fate.