I seek the meaning of the glyphs, Inscribed upon the dark night's sky, The universe- 's secret to achieving, The final draft on the first try. That gloating sun with all his pride, Would blind us for his portrait days, But inconsistency made him weak, And he always rushed to finish With all but good intend I stand, Channel- ling that boastful pride, And night's cold darkness ere described, When Kodak moments go a- way. The universe's secret to a- chieving, Will never be found in the stars, But in the portrait-esque blueprints of day, Which came out perfectly the first time, The final draft on the first try