Limits

You're epsilon close to being a "someone"
And yet you'll never reach--
Just like the old tale of tortoise and hare
That Zeno loved to teach.

You're an expert now at counting to ten,
But you've never reached "eleven";
You think a lot about your death,
But never hell or heaven.

You always pay your taxes, never cheat,
Always miss by inches, never feet.
And never speed when you drive a car:
Alive? So close, and yet so far.

And as the seasons turn
I hope one day you'll learn:
Limits and law-books were made to be broken,
Excessive profanity meant to be spoken;
The wisest of men is a doubly damned fool
If he's always wise and obeying a rule.

- DBN

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