With each passing moment
My reality branches
Into infinite possibilities
of aleatory outcomes.

With each passing moment
I roll a die and
Choose but one path
Leaving so many others.

Ere I were blest
With the vision to see
my Destination,
I would tread more surely.

So each passing moment
As I pick my way
Through an infinite maze,
I grow breathless

with anticipation…
of the forks to come along my road.