The plan was accurate
And I followed it with my finger out.
My flowers were born at each deadline
Until one rebelled.
The tiny detail was hiding,
The personality changed
And my plan became a treasure hunt.
Life of a scientist,
A Life of paranoia.
Evident results lead to clear conclusions
Yet the doubt arrived and tiny unobserved details
Living by minimizing errors and degrees of freedom
To be able to trust the numbers and the senses.