It was never my intention
To open up that door;
You might’ve been a thief,
Something I’d never know for sure.
I cannot see your mind,
Let alone your maze-filled heart;
But with a look in my eyes,
I think I’ve found the start.
No, not to who you are,
You’ll show me that in time.
If not then it will be
Because you’ve left me far behind.
No I’ve found something else
Something a little more contrary.
In fact, for me, it is kind of scary…
It’s a piece of me that, truthfully,
I’d long since given up;
Put up on a shelf far above,
So that I couldn’t sully,
And harden that last part,
Which can only be said
Is My little Broken …
My past speaks for itself and
In time I’m sure you’ll see,
Just as what makes you a man,
Has made me, well, me.
That little piece still sits on the shelf,
It’s better there—at least, for my health—
And my mind wanders free
To see the things it is eventually
Going to have to see.
To live and learn and laugh
At this ongoing eternity.
Live the life of the wandering
Learn the paths of the many
And laugh just because,
This world and life is quite uncanny…
I meant to live this way,
Contrary to the path for-set for me, it’s true
But my eyes have set on you,
And that shelves begun to tick.
What nonsense have I wrought?
What, of Nature, cruel trick?
It wasn’t what I meant to do,
Not something that I’ve sought.
For from others histories,
I thought I’d learned a lot.
You make me quite wary of it
That I might just give in,
But to do so, so simply
Will only let History win.
So I’ll fight the family curse,
And choose my words to you wisely
And let this gossamer thin cloak
As my only disguise be.
Because a sheer veneer of mystery
Will keep you wanting more,
