Conclusion

 

Solutions are simple, they always have been
Some end product of a heartbeat or two.
The process is the diminishing factor
Working together to make tragedy true.

Thinking ‘correctly’, neither up nor down
The memories of the centre are hardest.
It seems like such work to do the unthinkable
Leaving a rotting thought process to infest.

Constant plotting, scheming; all under duress
Consequence becomes the starting point.
I understand my process is skewed
Yet can do nothing in the trial but disappoint.