Forlorn is Not A Position

Do you remember velocity?
It has direction, action,
Perhaps it might even
Increase, though we dare
Not pronounce that
Four syllable word
For fear of, I think you
Know: addicted to patterns
Aren't we? Make theories
To manufacture a reality
To give the best advantage
To the place where you
Draw your salary
Is that a role?
No, that's a job;
Matched to a method?
We can only hope not
As we skate along the edge
Of a pond that promises
Never to freeze over
Even as it secretly
Prepares to hibernate