When you think you know the future,
Many strange things will you do;
When we’re right, we don’t think “lucky” —
That’s the human point of view.
Public lives are filled with hubris,
Most are not accountable,
For the world is asymmetric:
This seems insurmountable.
What was genius now is folly,
What was right’s been proven wrong —
Yet we think that we’re so different,
Like we knew it all along.
Those who can’t control their lives say
How the country should be run;
Promising a new tomorrow,
But when all is said, and done,
Billions upon billions of our
Choices make us what we are:
Termites on a tiny planet,
Circling a fading star.
Life: it is a vast unfolding.
Fate does not care how we feel —
Make the future that’s today, then:
It’s the only one
That’s real
