Randomness

I gawk around the sphere,

Looking for something that will catch me eye,

But random things scattered and spread,

And randomness feeling all around.

Nails of boredom,

Piercing through me,

But that is what taught me the art of patience,

And random colours spread across.

Amy day can be your best,

Any day can be your worst,

Any day can make you happy,

Amy day can make you hurt,

But these are the random colours pinned to a point,

After all I am feeling randomness all around.

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