Prediction Friction Poem by David Knox

Let me be the first to say that no one can always be right
But we all have expectations
We muse about how things might turn out
We don't have foresight but everyone tries anyways

I feel like I'm never right

I don't pretend to know
But the most important conversations I agonize over
I plan out what I want to say before I go
All my bases I cover
But when I do talk I'm ready for nothing
Everyone says something I don't expect
Again I don't mean to be vain but I end up winging it
I always never get to say what I planned
There's few times the imaginary and real intersect

And so here I am not to wallow but to wonder
Why do I plan?
Why do plan?
Why do we expect?
When such things, such words never are

Frustration
Speechless
Surprised

Why expect when this is the product of expectation
It is inevitable as not always being right
Don't fight it
Live in the moment
Just beware I always never take my own advice
I always predict
I never leave without feeling the friction of frustration
And so with no feasible solution I leave you
Now you may leave.