Two wrongs don't make a right.
Two rights don't make a left.
I choose to be wrong;
There is no other way to be right.
I learn from what I have left, and what I've left behind.
If I am always right, how can I know I am for sure?
This poem can be read with the stanzas reversed. It's about the fragility of perception and the difficulties that come with reflective cognition.Show more
