When it all reaches the straight and the narrow
Of all human creation
That could ever be
And be known there by all intellect
From all existences
That could ever exist
Naked
And unafraid
To be seen by all
In the whole widened world
To read and to be read
My loves
What's the point of it all?
To impress someone else?
Everyone else?
Not to say to give up
Ever
Nor forever
But you've got to do it all for yourselves
And for those of you who do and don't know any better
Than any other
Ever
Like any one else
Who's always left?