I turned it off, made it rough,
Still same and still too tough,
What it was? What it did? Not knew,
The modernist's mind! ! !
It might be me, confused,
Human being, mythical being,
I might not have the knowledge enough,
Some told me, some asked me,
But I listened not, not I answered,
And suddenly I got the idea, it was I,
Who created that hype, perturbing all?
It was only confusion my pal.