a terrible waste
the way we fret fate
closing minds
obsessions and maniacal quivering
scheming and plotting
unknown
unheard
and concerned about it
on the ten year plan
more like a ten cent plan
depending on assumptions and calculations
mathematics as truth
adds up but doesn't really divide into anything
and we can multiply the subtractions
only a fraction of our prime
fate has reasons, to be sure
everything has a reason
anticipation is forgotten
shoulda coulda woulda
a fools fate
