Frivolous Cannonballs
I prophesize that I haven’t a clue what’s going to happen;
While the heavy air squashes my brain like an unresponsive idea.
I ask, what’s the sense of effortlessly trying not to strive
For the impossibility of always fulfilling your potential?
Is that too hard to ask even though I know the answer
Has tumbled all the way down to the tip of my tongue?
Can I make things any clearer on that puzzled face of yours;
The one where all the pieces are locked together in disarray?
So please, for the love of Pete who is despised when displeased;
Don’t ever toss up ideas like so many frivolous cannon balls.
And yes, that lesson learned is a forgotten experience which
Will always be remembered, like a prediction that can never occur.
For Juxtapose Oddly contest
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