Signs To Insanity Poem by Carla Vicknair

Is not insanity to act on the same thing repeatedly expecting different results?
The same words, the same truth.
The ugly, ugly, truth.
Day after day.
I'm expecting you shallow humans to live beyond my expectations,
prove me wrong,
And though every fiber in me hopes for a shot in the dark,
you prove me right every single time.
Someday, somewhere, I'll stand under my rain saturated umbrella,
slipping past the sign that reads, 'Countless Attempts THIS WAY -'
Someday, yes, someday.