In the heated challenge of the inside out

Where certainty is a near shadow of doubt

There are moments pondered here and now

When muddled conclusions work somehow

There in the midst of the summer’s heat

Is where the rubber and road connect and meet

Decisions made in split seconds echo errors

That make us wake sometimes in night terrors

Still, we make our decisions best that we can

It is the simple truth of every woman and man

Sometimes we wish we had a sort of do over

But, there is no such existing four leaf clover

That offers that sort of luck to us though we wish

The tempting apple falls down like a cold dish