Please forgive me
And my sensitivity
It’s just the existential John-Boy Walton
That seems to live within me
It’s a hard thing to pass
The purity tests we make
There is always one that escapes me
The one that I fail to take
The discipline that shapes me
Is applied with autonomous resolution
But I am never assured
Of any universal solution
And so I do my best
To act with a semblance of wisdom
That I continue to seek
With optimistic determinism
We must all evaluate
The road that is ahead
The rules that we navigate
Must align us with how we tread
…
DCG