Chance

If light implies darkness

and mind implies body;

shouldn’t thought imply action

and he imply she?

Though opposite star-cross'd lovers be

These elements must exist in harmony

Though opposite in opposition not,

Together, with balance, must each be sought.

Thus, it is the same with life and chance

To face, with courage, death's untimely dance.

Imagine the ability to control our dreams

And dream, in a night, a life--

To lay with eyes closed in Lethe’s unmindfulness

And dream of lifetimes lived without strife

In this universe we become the god

And we determine what is and what is not.

Nothing would be impossible, we would have it all!

Isn’t that what we want, complete control?

One week would be seven lives!

What do you suppose, then, the mind would contrive?

“What would it be like to dream without knowing

Of every little detail and every small nuance?

Say, wouldn’t it be nice to leave life

(No, our dreams!) up to chance?”

So with greater boldness we’d adventure

And instead of witholding, give control back to nature

Slowly but surely, we’d realize the joy and woe

Of the ability to simply not know

And eventually we would dream precisely the how

Of where we are exactly, right here and right now.