the schedule matters that is all we know

in no way can we devise a working trap
to hold in place the life that now is lost
there's too much done at such great cost
we can't expect things to fall into our lap
not if we want something simple to cap
the efforts we made or when we tossed
the golden coin and saw all turn to frost
the world is not symbolised by the map
now if we find a way to name each pace
from birth till now we'd know it for a lie
we'd see the rank confusion in each face
and wait for all the hubbub down to die
all that is known is simple clear and plain
it's far too late to catch the morning train