People used to die
at the whim of the wind;
now we create our own problems.

And they'll be watching football
when the world ends;
but sports aren't that important.

They're only critics
of what they can't do themselves;
with such an ego, it's not that you won't.

For example,
they rarely know or perform
worthwhile music;
you play to it, and I'll play around.

But I ask,
In life, is there something, which remain
—left uncertain?
As if to say,
If I'd've wished to tell you,
I would as I do now.