the greatest error
in my life so far is
not playing tennis
with irena and wyne
in amsterdam
this weekend.

i will never be able
to correct this error.
the damage is made.
opportunity is missed.
i will somehow learn
to live with it.

we are not like animals
we are like gods

so many great minds
fell in the trap
of fucking around with language

the greatest error in every war
is that false reduction of human needs
to binary caricatures
preventing real listening
necessary for true human cooperation.
our true enemy is lack of understanding
of gradual damage caused by the silent change.

it is questionable
how much of the world we built
is based on a huge error
of just hacking million years old emotions.

and it is possible
that everything is based on an error
and that this is not the only and the best outcome
because we are too fast for natural quality control.

we are just a bunch of
desperate for attention egomaniacs
going through millions of
trial and error tests
in an attempt to make
that one in a million thing
that makes a ton of money
and we do not really care
if we discover anything
as long as it makes money.

in a previous poem
i forgot to add a dot.

when i realized this
at first i was worried
but then i realized
that this is the proof
that i am spontaneous
and honest
so i stopped worrying.