Apart from the title,this poem is really fairly obvious..my attempts at writing after quite a while..Anyway,open to comments and questions (if any).
He walks with a drink in his hands
A sudden smash and shattered glass.
The breach of peace,
the theory of chaos,
It's a jinx,
or maybe an omen,
or the ugly face of vengeance,
beneath a curtain..
A sign,a miracle,
or some pyscho's idea of booby traps..
Reap what you sow,
An act of the devil down below
Or he just wasn't lucky.
It just had to be the gravity..
or maybe clumsiness,
Don't look at me,you made that mess!
Oh the advanced human brain
never takes a break,
But amidst the urge to find a cause
A purpose,or maybe just a theory
It is blinded to get the irony
of the complexity in simplicity.
"I feel like I'm number one,yet I'm last in line..."
"So I think I'll keep on walking,with my head held high...
And only God knows why..."
Only God Knows Why - Kid Rock