The wild and bewildered things hang on the fringe
With insanity's name reserved.
We blindly declare ourselves:
And, yes, inane.
Encountering a door we closed
The mistake stares us in the face
"I promise to learn"
"I promise to change"
Said as we welcome it in again.
"It will be different"
"It will be better"
Repined through ensuing delirium.
Caught in the dizzying carousel
Fatuously wondering why our heads spin
And our pleas fall short.
We expected an easy aberration
One that was not promised
And cannot be achieved alone.
I am not exempt from this travesty.