She figures it would be okay.
She figures it would do.
She’ll find her schedule and get back,
Within a month or two.
She figures she could do the task.
She figures it is fine.
She’d done a thing like that before,
Not quite, but in outline.
Still, she figures it a breeze.
She figures she’d succeed.
Even when history, at best,
Is wondering if indeed.
She figures this, she figures that
In neutral all her wheels,
And it becomes impossible
To not begin to feel,
That maybe it’d be easier
To let them bushes be
They’re beat from hedging here and there
And wishing they could flee!
Note: This was really just for fun and isn’t about (ahem) anyone … So similarity to any individual is (sort of) coincidental … 😉 Dedicated to all the ‘he’ and ‘she’ and ‘you’ and ‘they,’ who won’t say yea and won’t say nay, and leave us all in limbo every day …