Some randomness

Yes, random.
Like life, randomness keeps us guessing,
keeps us thinking,
keeps us breathing.
Can you imagine if everything was set?
Complications would never arise,
no one would have to leave the comfort of their own box.
Yeah, that would suck.
Unless you really like your box.
But then,
we all have boxes inside.
Some have crates,
to cover the boxes when it floods.
My walls are solid,
but I can also make them transparent.
Ultimately,
they're still there,
keeping you guessing.
So,
in a way,
it's all random,
after all.
Can you dig it?

Numbness carries it weight with me,
forces me to try to feel more.
I fight against the power to give up,
lay down and wait for another day.
"I've got to make this work!"
I say,
knowing it's the same thing I've said for years.
But I will,
in time.
It's just the time thing that has me so stressed out.
Hurry, hurry, hurry....
Like my life is a sideshow in a circus,
and I'm that dumb mark in the front row.
Still,
if you wait too long,
it will all pass you by.
And if you go to slow,
it will all pass you by.
So what's the motivation?
Where's the key to the front door?
Have I really been standing still?
Or did I run past it already?
No signs,
no arrows pointing in the right direction.
Guide me,
stars.