This Way, Madness

One sure way to madness always lies, in believing one day's events are a trend. The disasters and the multitudes' cries, and it is to their influence we bend. In our madness we fail to realize that we stand in a dark forest of trees. We mark only the ones of greatest size or height, ignore the greater sum as we please. Do benestrophes equal catastrophes? Is life simply a stream of many parts, random, fickle, not worth one frame to freeze, at any point could break or heal our hearts? It's tempting to say, "Just go with the flow", but in reality, we just don't know.