Because whatever else, there’s this…
I am not the one to solve all problems,
I’ll leave that to another with more sense.
I cannot see the answer to the questions life proposes,
I have not the skill to repair that fence.
You are not the sole proprietor of my problems
or the un-named inheritor in my will;
all the same you know the secrets of my insolence
and will likely continue long after I am still.