Poetry

Work-in-Progress (#698)

How does one work the problem out?
Especially when all you have is doubt.
It’s quite easy to produce a plan,
But after that, it gets out of hand,
After years of tries and fails,
When do you decide not to follow more trails?
I’ve been down the rabbit hole many times,
But at last, the death knell chimes,
It’s time to put this plan to bed,
Alas, no more can be done – it’s dead.

Any Thoughts?

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