In my calculating tolerances
I erred in my margin of error
Thought that it was inconceivable
This year, it could not be me
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A common illness
An accidental addiction
Because when you’re not looking
That’s when the jack-in-the-box pops
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Blind to my surroundings
Unaware of the implications
Because if I mind my own business
You can’t make me weak in the knees
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Brimming with misconceptions
Because with gravitational singularity
This is the point in which
We can become infinity
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My confidence interval is wavering
The jury’s still out on the maths
Because confidence in me is low
But with a nagging suspicion of hope
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Ashley Kirtman 