A shitty mystery.

Step by step and pair to pair,
This inconsistent dance,
It's all to avoid despair,
But at second glance,
we've left it all to chance.

Our growth is imminent,
But convergent,
Should we be rash for fake coal,
Or shy to pick until we're whole?

I've known enough to see fate,
I've known enough to know
that what I said, was just fake.
I can't know it all, not even a little.

This isn't destiny, its elasticity,
This blue mammoth holds us captive,
And yet we run wild and free,
Playing by simple rules and needs.

Would you give it all for a chance?
A glimpse at immortality.
Would you die a proud warrior?
One who lived and loved, but was quickly lost.

History is quick to swallow,
Its excrement is an assortment of randomness,
You dare to fight and live for greatness,
But only you can define it.

History will not choose the greatest,
It will not choose the immortals,
It will choose as it may please,
Always unpredictable, such a tease.

It's like looking for 14 or 15,
but getting 92.

They say the third time is the charm,
But you have to try a little harder,
You're baking history, but when you're gone,
what's left is a shitty mystery.