A Puzzle on a Park Bench


I see you sleeping
On a park bench in the snow
This is the puzzle
How do our hearts become cold
As the wind in December?

And here’s the problem
We like to think that we know
Much more than we do
We chose a simple answer
To an obvious problem

We call it wisdom
Drugs or booze take all the blame
Or mental illness
Tales as flimsy as your breath
Disappearing in the breeze

We know we cannot solve this
Dilemma called life
Even so—I keep walking
Leaving you asleep—alone


Depth Charge: In his book Thinking, Fast and Slow, Daniel Kahneman discuss how, faced with a complex reality, we invariably underestimate the role of luck, overestimate what we think we know and this leads us to put faith in simple stories constructed from what few facts we have. He points out that we often prefer having less information because the fewer the pieces, the easier the puzzle is to solve.

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