Life is in the detail,
And the detail’s known;
Sharp to a molecule on a feather,
Gary’s knowledge is perfect,
And the world explained with precision.
Don’t argue!
He’s always right -
But living sapped him,
Knocked him out,
Threw him off his certainty,
And he left the fight, head ringing.
In the abyss where logic refuses to go,
Where hurt and pain can’t be measured,
Gary found himself wanting.
It’s all right; he’s calm; he doesn’t understand;
Humble towards the future now,
He’s left the past, haunting.
There’s a very logical sort of young man who knows everything about everything, who’s gone through school and college excelling, but who finds that the realities of life are totally different - the job that depends on contacts or social skills and is always out of reach, the relationships that never get off the ground, the certainties that carry no weight with others.
Such people face up to their failings with seeming equanimity, using logic to explain everything, but deep down they don’t grasp where they’ve gone wrong, and they don’t like looking at the pain of their past.
