Never Been Wrong
I've never been wrong about anything or anyone
Irrefutable as the rising tide or setting sun
How can I work with all of this inexactness?
It's like doing needle point with a hatchet
I cannot hold the bright gaze of everything
And project a smile like sky split above rain
How can I suffer through another sunset?
It's like doing needle point with a hatchet
For a long time I would obsess
I read the signs but couldn't get passed it
Lingua dicere potest non quid nescitur
Tu ne quaesieris visum miraculum
For a long time I was obsessed
It came to a point
I couldn't get passed it
You asked but don't knock
You are the staff striking the rock
I don't know how
It's never enough
