Chaos Theory ~ Tuesday, November 25, 2025

As you count the pips on a pair of dice

An answer like a monarch butterfly
simply floats effortlessly through the air

yet, I cannot keep up with my long strides
only during a marathon, the sky
understands our passion to run distance

count the pips on a pair of dice, fair fair
only the young women wait to be brides
until their number comes, they wait their turn
no men are princes unless they can dance
turn away the men who wear two left shoes

tie their laces in double knots, these boys
hold on to memories and sing the blues
everyone else moves on, they have their toys

perhaps they run from the bridges they burn
if meaning simply hangs in the balance
perhaps family and friends create moments
still, I sit in the bottom of a well

on a good day, I am given the chance
not to throw away connections like dice

a game of craps is fun if it makes sense

perhaps surfers wait for the next big swell
as the smaller waves crash and break early
in this life, a whiskey neat needs no ice
remember the monarch butterfly floats

on aerodynamic wings through the air
flight is the meaning of life in scare quotes

different people seek happiness to share
in this world, things appear hurly burly
consider the monarch butterfly's wings
ever effects changes each flutter brings