Not intended,
somewhat ended,
unclear why so,
uncertain event row

With a possibility,
and an estimated certainty,
not to be controlled,
outcome untold,

the roll of a dice,
a random device,
A number the result,
nearly occult,

the next roll,
is independant at all,
Not repeated,
not until cheated,

True randomness,
an unpredictable mess,
with luck and fate,
a true chaos to create,

unpredicted,
unconflicted,
like loose strings,
catched with pins,

and with the event,
random is bent,
to a singular event,
from that on existant,

clear with certainty,
real and doubt free,
the true random a magic,
giving us a little kick,

that predefined,
and perfectly alinged,
random is real,
a real life’s deal.