The Square-Root of Wrong.
All day
all the time
we do the math
in a linear line
deeper understanding
kept confined
missing the connections
intertwined
to divide a smile
by a tear
is to beguile
with woeful cheer
or perhaps rile
to remain austere
all to reconcile
away from a sneer
times fear
equals mere truth
sharp jeer
not so clear sleuth
light leer
may appear uncouth
"act queer
or lie dear youth"
Tooth and nail
always in flight
perspective undone
with select sight
caught in the web
of another plight
mistaking darkness
for something bright
so-easy to do
from such height
wielding a sword
of elders right
sharing of wisdom
more like might
potent judgement
as good as smite
All day
all the time
we do the math
in a linear line
deeper understanding
kept confined
missing the connections
intertwined
The square-root of wrong
with good intentions
gone on for so long
evolving dimensions
to make us feel strong
with our own impressions
living in the throng
of life with questions
subtracting doubt
for a better time
building clout
to pacesetter prime
ready to shout
"not my fetter-grime"
walking our route
around debtor slime
To climb above
unable to fall
willing ourselves
to know it all
expecting others
to stand as tall
careless of how
we write the scrawl
because we have
lived that brawl
experience
provoking gall
to give advice
as if our call
not thinking of
the bigger squall
All day
all the time
we do the math
in a linear line
deeper understanding
kept confined
missing the connections
intertwined
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