Neither One, Neither Other
A clever thought can trip and fall,
A fool can sometimes know it all.
The brightest minds have moments dim,
While fools can shine, on just a whim.
They trade their roles without a sound,
No stage, no script, just spinning round.
One slips, one soars—it’s hard to tell
Who’s rising now, and who just fell.
We shift between the night and glow,
Half-aware of what we know.
So hold your labels—take your time—
It’s just a game of who’s got time.