chaotic bingo hall

Uncertainty
riddles my logical, planning mind
as though I were in a bingo hall
watching the balls fly about
in the plastic container beside the person with the microphone.
Who knows which one will come out next?
One can only hope for what they need.

Flying around in the transparent container
I see chaos, I feel chaos.
Endless possibilities with unlimited sequences.

All I can do is wait,
marker poised,
to hear the next step blare through the sound system.