the alphas , the betas, the deltas and zetas
fumbled my logic, eschewed my care
they were poetic, but logic denied
and then i understand
not out of logic, but by heart
the father's love, the mother's care,
i never fully fathomed,
for all my logic did, it only squared,
and then i understand,
not out of logic, but by heart
the men who walked the earth before
the greats, the misfits, the cockeyed nuts
they chose, and they did
and then i understand,
possibility is a choice
