Bowling Pins

A random chance

A short-lived dance

Set in a non-linear line

All worried about wasting time 

It is not a race

Regardless, time will chase

Until each one is knocked over 

Even those who have found a four-leaf clover

All of these bowling pins

Each with different sins

They may not all fall 

But they'll still feel so small

It's only a matter of time when 

They will all be reset and the cycle starts again