There's only one chance on humanity's ratchet
Thus, shaping our fates, where obliquity crosses
Where gains of our life are another mans losses
Who knows where we steer in our prognostication
The harbinger speaks with forewarned inspiration
But I won't be listening any time soon
As I carve up my life with a runcible spoon
And when it's all over....... at least I can say
Perhaps I meandered , somewhat, on the way
Digressed and was far from an earthy perfection
And sampled, too oft, Mother Nature's confection
And now in full circle we come to life's ledge
With fate and crossed fingers, we fall off the edge
Who knows where we go, or perhaps what we find
As the earth turns around and its ratchet's unwind
