Everything I can see has a precedent
Nothing seems to have come first
Each and every tree and rock
Never had a virgin birth.
Everything had something come before it
Like a sperm or egg or seed
Where is that First Cause caldron
Where things spring just out of need.
What a chaotic place that must be
Where things just happen randomly
Instead of life that I see
Where step by step is the joie de vive.
Everything has a precedent
At least it is so here with me
Maybe some things happen randomly
But they must occur somewhere else,
Not where I can see.