“Tragic Responsibility: Wink, “It’s Okay”

 
Poor decisions made from night;
before even, the event comes to light.
 
Contemplation tries to create (justifiable) realities;
the heart thumps the ego’s true intentions.
Gravity pulling, against opposition’s logical force;
Coulomb, strong, nor weak strength avoid this farce.
 
A trick on the mind like magician’s extravagant show;
‘Peek-A-Boo,’ you know who; has thrown the blow.
 
Like permission granted on president’s authority,
with supervision adopted from apocalyptic tragedy.
Levers turned, buttons pushed, move forward with such
decisions made, no more pondering as much.
 
The deal is done, every moment and handshake had
neglect any prior Investment, “I’ll just say, ‘Oops my bad.’”
 
 
Curtain dropped, triumphant glee (not without blame)
desired outcome; meanwhile in such shame:
New plans conjuring, more scapegoats the same,
more decisions to make, that I will not claim.