Wishbones Poem by Madrason .

What does it matter
to you or to me
we're just spectators
less innovators
immortals
in a stream
of synergy

Phaidros or Narcissus
are lost in reflections
erecting translations
directing our destinies

Plausible excuses
and plausible denials
this misconception
of gold or of blue
to many abuses
to much derivation
from false to true

Truth is a misunderstanding
of a handicapped mind
and justice oft is blind
but if you sought
what you have found
praise god, thank thy neighbors
and thanks for that loud
barking sound

what does it matter
to you or to me
we're just spectators
less innovators
immortals
in a stream
of synergy