You saw my comma, you saw what I said was nice;
The shouting world that you see has nothing to do with me,
But I, at least, can prove to you, with the way I write,
That I am kind, nice to kiss, and safe—even sweet to be with at night.
It really is true that we have nothing to do with the world,
Although we are in it. The unseeing world
Has been manipulated against its will,
Or not: maybe the whole world meant to do it this way,
And the world is exactly as it should be, every day;
Though we don’t believe this, and I don’t believe this,
And please just kiss me—and do me a favor: don’t believe a single thing I say.