Being right means not being left
Or does it? If you go East all the way
Round the world and don’t look back,
You end up on the left side of right, that’s a fact.
So who are you really? You try to be
One thing or another in order to just be.
And all you do is confuse yourself circling,
All this in order to become, to be.
Are you afraid of being right?
Being wrong is much worse.
And those who won’t stand up
Will hear the accolades of curse!
Accolades sounding from voices of children,
Their children, woeful tale.
Inevitably written on staffs of music, sad and sour,
The tiny voices loud as they fall.