And I know you told me that
That’s the way that life goes,
That all roads can be mapped.
And I know you told me that people are
All clear cut
The many triangles and circles
And squares of them.
For a long time I dissected the shapes and I
Understood their dimensions.
I used your formulas to
Determine the area and the perimeter
And the volume of them all.
But I suppose my heart grew weary of
And looking for the patterns within them.
I know that I believed you at one point:
I believed your self-assured soliloquies;
So confident and logical you were.
I believed you with my mind,
Yet, my heart remained unconvinced.
Today I am not quite so sure
If that is how life goes
Or if all roads can be mapped.
I am not quite sure if I can squeeze all people into
Those predetermined outlines
Of the shapes
Which you treasure so dearly.
I am not quite sure I can trust those formulas
that so many sharp minds
Such as yours
Have rendered infallible.
I am sure though,
My heart is smiling.