Being that you are limited,
in every way possible, you are wrong.
The rule is, since you don’t know all,
you don’t know anything. You can’t write a good song.
Others who are wrong may like your song
if the song comes along and trends.
The mystery of popularity never ends.
Your indomitable red will
dies on a purple windowsill.
Everything’s a guess.
Terribly wrong, your no.
Terribly wrong, your yes.
Nothing is sure. Nothing is certain.
Sleep. Laugh. Don’t look behind the curtain.
Stare at the silent moon.
Close your eyes. You’ll be behind that curtain soon.