Guessing Machine

Before your eyes even land on a shape Your brain already guessed it, already made A quiet little forecast, a chair, a face, a door Then checks it against the light coming in the store

You're a guessing machine, wired to expect before you see Filling gaps with best guesses so smoothly you don't believe Anything was guessed at all, it feels like plain sight Half of what you're seeing is prediction, laid right over the light

That's why a word looks wrong the twentieth time you stare Why a joke that breaks the pattern makes you jump in your chair Surprise is the feeling of the guess coming up short The gap between the forecast and the real report

You're a guessing machine, wired to expect before you see Every sense you've got runs on this same economy Efficient by design, since light's too slow to wait upon Better a fast guess corrected than no guess and gone

It's why a magician's hand fools you in broad daylight Your model of "normal" walks straight past what's not quite right It's why grief keeps setting a place at the table for the missed The guessing machine hasn't caught up to who isn't on the list

You're a guessing machine, wired to expect before you see Built for a world that moves faster than certainty allows Every guess gets checked, every error gets a little repaired That's how a careful mind stays a step ahead, and stays prepared