Decision Theory
Once while I quietly, thoughtfully strode,
There had appeared a fork in the road
Out to my left stretched a path full of dust
While on the right was a track of more trust.
That was the story I gloatingly told
As I explained why leftwards I strolled
Wise, nonconformist and brave I must be,
Though you would never hear it from me.
Truth is, I barely remember a fork
Or how I wound up lost like a dork
Or why the hell I had come to New York
Probably school, or possibly work.
Hindsight brings reason to random choices
Justified by tones in our voices
So it must be, and I'll take it as such;
Logic: my love, my life and my crutch.
There had appeared a fork in the road
Out to my left stretched a path full of dust
While on the right was a track of more trust.
That was the story I gloatingly told
As I explained why leftwards I strolled
Wise, nonconformist and brave I must be,
Though you would never hear it from me.
Truth is, I barely remember a fork
Or how I wound up lost like a dork
Or why the hell I had come to New York
Probably school, or possibly work.
Hindsight brings reason to random choices
Justified by tones in our voices
So it must be, and I'll take it as such;
Logic: my love, my life and my crutch.