Where was I
While I was there
For everything that ever happened in my life?
As if you could or should
Ask me for answers.
Maybe they gave you the wrong questions?
Maybe you misheard them,
Or were so fucked up yourself
As to encompass non compos mentis?
Was it the sunshine, Meursault,
That burned your vision blind
When you finally saw the light?
It’s been know to happen.
Just keep sharpening your hammer
By beating a rhythm on the bars.