Perfectionist Rehab

We’re taught to juggle, to balance,

Alchemical valence.

We mediate,

Collaborate,

Digest and reflect,

Attitude checked.

Emotions and thoughts, both neurochemical,

Present the dispute polemical,

One is fact, the other a ruse,

One autonomic, the other we choose.

The dichotomy simple,

Feelings are fickle,

And thoughts are fact.

How strange that electricity,

Biologic cyclicity,

To which we are all submissive,

We’re readily dismissive.

Factoids and measurements,

Human predicaments,

Are all data, together they form,

Our viewpoints that us adorn.

What if we chose to view both together,

Information and impression tethered?

Is math the proof or the distraction,

Away from our incapable action,

To fix the problems clearly visible,

Passable literals permissible,

Because the familiar pontifical,

Is far less difficult.

Avoiding human nature,

To rely on nomenclature,

Is admitting defeat,

Cycles destined to repeat.