Rider

Despite our daydreams
And randomized trials,
We know, all in all,
Exactly nothing
About otherwise.

What if everything
We did were as good
As what we didn't?
We won't ever know.
We experience,

And then we complain.
We rail at ourselves,
Rethink every twitch,
Imagining how
This might have been that,

Whatever this is.
Whatever we did,
Whatever we get
From those distractions
Called pride and regret,

This world is its own
Beautiful monster.
We cling to its fur
As it carries us, 
Pretending we steer.