A one way mirror, it must be
For them, it’s clearer seen than me
I look to my left
I look to my right
I know not where to walk tonight
Should I take this path?
Should I go there?
Feign the footsteps of who dare?
Nothings known on a false throne
Uncertainty is all one has
But find the jester
Don’t arrest her
Say instead “also known as”
Many men have seen things better
Yet they still don’t have a voice
If they did a hostile bid might silence them and then rejoice
Tell me now, beloved mother, I know you know me like no other
Would you take it back at all, or still face life’s cruel wrecking ball?
I’ll never know, but even so, you’ve all the guidance that I need
So help me God, they will applaud, and all will be as should, in deed