Precision Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

I don't want to make calculations
The human mind is full of numbers
Every second and every day
The mind makes enormous decisions
Based on unknown equations and mathematics
Some decisions are riddled with errors
Some are completely free of uncertainties
It's hard to know whether it's mathematics that guides the mind
And whether numbers play a role in these biological calculators
It's not certain how the decision is moulded and formulated
It's not clear who makes the final judgement
Whether a decision is bad or good
It's possible that somewhere in this chain of thoughts
The mind seeks advice from higher consciousness
And sometimes from the deepest pit of darkness
It's possible that we are made of good and evil
And everyone is like a laser beam
Able to glide and slide with ease
Or burn everything on his/her path
It's not the precision of the decision that matters
It's the amount of goodness that is produced
That makes a decision a good decision
Regardless of how sharp your decision making skills are
If your decisions are full of wickedness
You will be vomited from the bowels of human consciousness
You will be castigated and branded evil

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