If I say I’m right, you’ll say I’m wrong.
The problem is the forces of the universe won’t care.
All causes have effects you see.
Fire and smoke make a cave warm.

Right or wrong: the sun will rise and set,
or not.  But I suppose ignorance is bliss.
Ask the fish approaching the hook. That is until
gasping for air, we can’t be ignorant any longer,
until we can’t even know anymore.

I’ll say our society is in trouble,
but you’ll say I’m wrong.
And we’ll squabble until the darkness comes.
And then, all there will be, between you and me,
right before the end…is regret.
What could’ve been, if only?