I’m not going to explain it
I’ll leave it up to you
Even in the foreword
Some things aren’t true

If I call this elephant a guest
and ask it to sit down
And take it for a walk
Really parade it around

Will you ask?
Or will you say you understand?

When doubt impregnates cynicism
Issues are born with the frequency of words

These thoughts underneath your gaze
are like baby elephants in your favorite neighbors room

Does your courtesy lead your comments about them?
Does your conscience explain what you see?
Is it easier to turn the page, look away
And claim you understand me?

The more I explain
The more you know
The more you know
The less you’ll want to hear..

So I’ll put the elephants on parade for the world
And let them gaze in wonderment
at the splendor of ambiguity
Certain that they know the “real” truth