trying through meticulous planning
in a vain attempt to recreate lifes
serendipity to relive things a second time
terrified oh so terrified of
embracing the unknown instead
writing algorithms and writing steps
to the minute, to the letter
not allowing for any deviation
not a crack for the magic to escape from
with the absolute certainty there is
a right answer
meeting failure with fixation
trying again and again and again
hating myself for not being human enough
to run it all on autopilot
hating myself for being too human
to run it all to perfection
if even a stopped clock is
right twice a day
how broken exactly am I?