You told me my analysis was wrong

But I, I know you.

I could ask the author myself

He could confirm what I’m saying

And to you I’d still be wrong

You told me

‘That’s not consistent with the author’s style’

Well

The author is a person

And people change

Static characters are only in the books you make us read

Real people are all dynamic

In big ways or small, so

Departure is a possibility.

So my analysis may not be correct in your eyes

You may call it a misread

But I don’t think artists create in a vacuum

Trapped with nothing but their former selves.

You turn subjectivity objective

And you wonder why no one appreciates your class.