Failing is the only thing I’m sure of.
Whatever I try to accomplish
I fall short of the goal.
It is, I suspect, my finite nature,
The impossibility of knowing all the variables
At play in any given endeavor,
Leading to inevitable miscalculations,
Multiplied to an unknown degree.
My inability to calculate the possible outcomes
Coupled with my desire not to be perceived an idiot
Sometimes leads circumstances ranging far afield
From the planed trajectory.
I am there.
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