I embraced the ambiguity like a bride
Who fears disclosing that her face is fake
And while we’re on the subject, I take pride
In stealing water colours from the lake
Ambiguous in intentions we don’t know
We send out signals full of first class news
If this rebounds an artist might then show
Our vision rests upon our point of view
Seventeen types of clarity are mine
Fifteen from my mind and two from pride
From this glass I make a view divine
Though Sunday someone said they thought I lied.
Ambiguously ,we hover by the scales
Trying to glimpse another through their veil.
