I'm not nearly paranoid enough to ponder a theory

Where master heads perpetually pull strings

However

I am cynical enough to consider these mishaps human nature

An organic trajectory towards the ridiculous

Not born out of contrived chaos

More so the combined effort of makeshift moments

Constructed from an ever elusive fear deep in the DNA

brought into frame by this frenzied free will

How does one accommodate a mad world?

What is the appropriate reaction...

when they say YOU are this madness personified?

How do you traverse faces naturally inclined for objection?

Who said we should come here?

Who dare say we shall go?