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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