The Dark eye, Of the crescent moon, Looks down through the fog, Judging humanity. Is it me? Or is the moon closer now? As I drive along this highway. Is it trying to get a closer look, As I drive home along this lonely road?
Not much here to see,
Blank and meaningless before thee.
Perhaps you can paint it’s meaning with your
But then would it even be worth seeing?
Who would want such drab
colors to curse their eyes? Art isn’t about people like you.
Leave it to those of us who can make