Cautious State

There are some things that make me urinate
As fast as lightning, and as loud as thunder,
Some other things that always make me wonder
About the meaning of this cautious state
In which I can't even regurgitate —
A star sign that I must have fallen under,
A truly great and ludicrous, sad blunder,
Chasing foolishly to catch at fate.

But fate is never caught; it catches you,
It makes a living blithely smacking heads,
Knocking us over as we leave our beds,
And sometimes, while we think we're whisking through
So gaily, all we ever really do
Is prove we're less restrained than quadrupeds.