“the arbitrary so often premeditated”  - Barton D. Smock
As in make up your mind.
Onus weighs heavily; responsible or
just wrong place, which time?

Out of the proverbial blue
(read, “cliché”)
Nobody’s perfect or prepared.

A dozen eggs drops on hard ground,
an accident.
The little voice in your head:

Don’t drop them, don’t.
Toss a coin,
two-headed.

Hard to sleep when all you want is sleep.
Think about it
but not too hard, not just before bedtime.

Here’s what you know:
It will never happen --

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