It's Chance

Don't you hate it?
It's crazy stuff.
You try so hard
To make it happen
And then ignore
The chance.

It's like riding a roller coaster
With your eyes closed.
You never know when you'll drop
Or when you'll be brought back up.
It's all a matter of
Planned chaos.

It feels like chance.
The sun is moving.
But you know it's a set-up.
So why do we worry?
Why do we fret?
The same reason we scream on a coaster.

It feels like you could lose
At any moment.
You can’t see what's next
And it feels like chance.