I can hear them say "I told you so"

I read it wrongly
I interpreted the code wrongly, badly
I thought the metaphor, signs, gestures were for me
they were intended for someone else, others, but me

I know it will come to this
I saw it coming

I thought I could paint the sky red, orange or more red
perhaps blue, or turquoise
the colour of your choice

But now, the pictures are everywhere
more than i can bear -- in the background, the foreground, left and right…
it hurts inside
but I say, I will fight

I look again at the pictures
I am not in it
it is someone else.
it has always been

I am just the court jester
the provider of laughter
from day one and hereafter