There are those who conduct life more precisely.
They keep order within and around them.
A way for everything, and a right answer.
They guess straight off who’s with who, who’s got who,
to what end, in what direction.
They set their stamp on single truths,
toss unnecessary facts into the shredder
and unfamiliar persons
into previously designated files.
They think as long as it takes,
not a second more,
since doubt lies lurking behind that second.
And when they’re dismissed from existence,
they leave their place of work
through the appropriately marked exit.
Sometimes I envy them
—it passes, luckily.