To look for justice
in this world organic,
is too much to hope,
prediction and logic
merely ways to cope.

At judgement time
those who go early
oft can be linked
to no recorded crime.

No rhyme or reason
to establish overall,
some of us spared a while
others made to fall.

This matter that cloaks us
has its own script,
rising and falling
regardless our grip.

No control
despite what they say,
each moment precious.

Only today.

Everything in motion,
constant beginnings and ends,
please don’t be fooled
that we have any idea,
how, why or when.

 

(Poem taken from 12 Labours of Hippocrates)