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, destiny perhaps, or some pyscho's idea of booby traps.. No,it's karma, Reap what you sow, An act of the devil down below Drunk maybe, Or he just wasn't lucky. It just had to be the gravity.. Co-incidence,maybe 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.