I wrote words
No one could read
Made them into stories
No one believed
Put them in a book
Everyone wanted to burn
But then we all fell off the Earth
When it failed to turn
Sometimes that's how things go
I painted pictures
no one really understood
a real smart person said
the problem is they are way too good
Most people really want to know
if they are supposed to see a duck
But what you have here
is somewhere between wow and yuck
And that can be how things go
Sometimes you make stuff
And people keep asking why
And you say well, I had an idea
So I thought I would try
Try as you might
Most just don't understand
They should just stop asking questions
And lend you a hand
And this too is how things go
Shall I go...
on?
Image above is a photo of a painting of mine that was then layered with multiple filters in a computer photo program. it has no title at this posting.
Maybe, "How Things Go"
