RANDOM HARMONY

Has time told its tales,
that history has made its days?
Yet still I cannot say,
Why the stars are scattered
like grains of sand;
Why the universe shattered
to make this land;
Why the school of fish swim
in silent rhythm;
Why we live in dreams
a third of our lives;
And the whole world seems
to be the work of fives;
Or why the first 
is not the same as the second;
Why people thrist 
for the unreckoned:
And why you cannot understand
the music of this hand?