The Hours - Pt. II

It has to be down to false perception.
It has to.

Has wishing for something the power to create it?
Does the wish itself bend events around its singular purpose?

Is a wish a transatlantic boat that cuts through the waves of time,
leaving ripples behind?
Do we have such power?

Or is it more akin to a water flea,
skimming over the surface while it's nice and calm,
and drowning into it when the going gets tough?

Is it down to intent,
or is it the mixing of a myriad chances,
seemingly playing into a man's desire,
only because he cannot see
the myriad other ones playing against it?

Is it us, in other words,
seeing a pattern where none exist,
simply because reality is unfathomable,
and we need to survive it?

So what's the answer:
taming reality into false cause-effect simplicity
or
embracing chaos while letting go of control?

I keep furiously biting my nails.