Can you hear it?
There is music buzzing at
the edges of your expectations, and
Millions die without that happy
ending.

Follow me, if you care to
come and I will show you
the three rules to a calm mind.
First, that what you expect
isn't what's gonna
happen. Second

that in the end, it all comes
to dying; a compass leads
to flipping
coins on an empty stage.
Which way's south again? And
what was that third rule?
Oh, yes. That destiny
isn't worth
much when you can
tell a hawk from a handsaw.

The fourth rule is quantum literature, so
you can throw the other rules
away, should you be
so inclined.
Depends on whether or not
Schroedinger's cat is dead.

I bet tails.