I do believe in coincidence,
things that happen, lacking sense.
attached by strings,
placed by sightless hands.
A sudden thought,
A chance encounter,
Surprise measured by the size of that chance.
where should one then place a break,
when the pattern shows a grave mistake?
should one stop.
then start to think,
that there may be a dreadful link?
Must all hope so gently tease?
And carry with such strong unease?
Must all fear, hold so much power;