If we were to speak
only of what we
really know,
it might turn out
there's not much
to talk about.
The universe is
always there
for all of us
to lose our way.
After all, it's a lot
of time and space.
I lost mine
when I continued on
after saying, "If".
If only I had been
wise enough to end
it there, but no,
I love to think.
Though it's too late
for me, you may yet
not hang yourself,
as I have done.
Try this. Say,
"Knock, knock
who's there?"
three hundred times
as if it were a prayer,
and if it rains,
you're free to go.
After that tricky bit,
you'd think
I wouldn't dare
write another line,
but, as you see, I did
and will. So,
if you call me wise,
(I'll say this as kindly
as truth allows):
Don't you see the fool
you're talking to is you
and you and you and you?
One and one are two
or four, the count
goes on and on
like the beating of a drum.