Chance

Placed upon this twisted path by nothing more than happenstance

I wonder at the quick hands dealt, both cruel and wonderful by chance

 

Oh, today I saw a man who knew just who he had to be,

He said all men start equal... become cruel or wonderful by chance

 

And  I've found it to be true, a constancy within each man

To be, in turn, at moments, both cruel and wonderful by chance

 

Myself, I choose to never find the cruelty to be truth

I suppose that all yearn to be not cruel, but wonderful, by chance

 

I seek the wonderful and eschew the fruits more bitter

For life is a ride that we can take as cruel or wonderful, a chance...

 

A chance to learn, a chance to share, a chance to give

Of ourselves, both in cruelty and in wonder, just one chance...