This way in which we are; it did not have to

Be; as spell our present prophets on astute

Philosophy; I contradict them here

And say that, yes, the will is free, since where

Might leg-room theoretic come to be

Which routes life’s adaptations randomly

By way of blind mutation vis-à-vis,

In somewhat gamesome gait, genetically?

I swear, declare, give testimony here

Airs breathe, make space, not predeterminate

Which by your leave, run necessarily

On unpredictably; nor neither narrow

Straight, nor strike anticipatively,

Yet step haphazardly;

My thumb thus predicates a lottery