Uncertainty - Poem by Tom Billsborough
How will it behave?
By choice or by chance
In the mind's micro world
As decisions unfold.
"The road not taken" as Frost would say
The scheme abandoned at the break of day.
The song unwritten as a dream fades away.
Choice of words like the latest dance
Is a matter of a moment's consequence
And often just chance.
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