Hex on the Barn

Hex on the barn, two white birds
Ink on your arm, two black birds
It feels like never enough even when there is so much

Hex on the barn means nothing
Ink on your arm is just a decoration
And the light through your window means nothing
And the sweet little rainbow means nothing
You’ve got to sift through the messages
More often than you’d think
Remaining suspicious of the fishy explanations
Everyone is offering