For every prediction on how the dice shall dance and roll,
A hidden rider smirks, following some erratic poll!
Predictions & anticipations be a hypothetical match…
For they thrive on proposals c crafted overlooking the desultory patch!
Like one unpredictable flip in an immune system turns a life upside down…
No certainty, no known plan can ever unravel the mysterious hidden in known…
Nothing is predictable, nothing is permanent..
..Is what Mother Nature harps from start to the end!
For, no magic ever happened without some chaos sprinkled in a pot of routine….
That is what random does, preparing souls for pandora boxes, as subtle and, as mean!