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