At one point in time we all believe that things don’t just happen
And those that believe it can
We vehemently try to prove it is an excuse not to take responsibility
How can they not control their own actions
Have moments where they are under some sort of hypnosis
Sleep walking in a drunken stupor
Somewhere outside themselves watching helplessly as their lives spin out of control
And we feel so offended when they shake their heads sympathetically at us
As if we are naive for not believing something so plausible
Yes at one point we all believe things don’t just happen
Until they happen to us
Until we are forced into a moment where we become insignificant
And it does feel as if you are hypnotized sleep walking in a drunken stupor
Outside yourself helplessly watching your life become chaotic
The worst part is when you return to the world
Where only sanity exist
Remorse doesn’t accompany us
Because our little outer experience is still completely our own
A well kept secret
Carefully concealed in darkness
It can’t be determined if it will stay irrelevant or become a catalyst for some disastrous moment
And if we get addicted to not being held accountable things will just happen again
With a little stealth and other skills it well stay a well kept secret
This how those that drink
Do more than drink in good moments
This is how those that steal
Do more than steal away from bad company
This how those that lie
Do more than lie in the arms of the one they love
This how those that cheat
Do more than cheat death
They simply do more
We like to think we don’t fall into any of those categories
But before we close our eyes for a chance to rest our weary bodies
Dream wonderful dreams
In our quiet vulnerability we know
We have imperfections
We are sometimes slaves to our bodies and minds
So we can’t stop all things from just happening
They just happen