We are adding up

Defining our judgments

Pushing our luck

Expressing our will

Making our points

Ever jostling

Ever wrestling

With ourselves

And our fellows.

Life for some

Is to maximize

To outdo, outduel

Others may seek to


If only themselves.

Regardless the calculations

Are ceaseless

Gluttons are we

For more of what we crave.

There is no real respite

In what we call serenity

Even the most

Oxygen bereft Tibetan

Can not cease

The calliope of calculation.


Only in our end

The ceaseless