For whatever reason, we imagine
That although right must win out in the end,
Wrong is the more natural attractor.
We never think not knowing right from wrong
Means accidentally doing the right.
We never think the world's half right, half wrong.
It's either a right world sliding to wrong
Or a wrong world needing to be rescued.
How can it always be going to hell
And yet ripe for another redemption?
To be honest, I don't know right from wrong.
Occasionally I feel like I'm right.
More rarely I feel I've done the right thing.
Most often I feel like I've done the wrong thing,
For the wrong reason, to look like I'm right.