a simple matrix

those who mean well end up not knowing much

our very reason in the end rebels

at what are simple but resounding yells

we cannot reach and so we have to clutch

before calm force absorbs or else impels

those who mean well end up not knowing much

we watch the ball bounce hard right out of touch

our ears are deafened by the warning bells

nothing remains but what we hope excels

those who mean well end up not knowing much