another late night confession
told to a captive audience
and YOU listen with your ear to the door
waiting for pearls of wisdom to fall
like open secrets overheard
through the cracks in the wall
with calculated candor YOU play the part
of a trusted confidant
moving closer for a better view
looking for more than eyes can see
on the tattered pages
of an open diary
if YOU want to know
just what I see
look at yourself
and dont ask me
and if YOU want to know
where were going
keep your distance
and dont follow me
like an old friend with nothing left to say
youll find im not who YOU though id be
as YOU contemplate the silence
waiting for pearls of wisdom to fall
from the sill uncertain heart
that beats behind the wall
if YOU want to know
just what I see
look at yourself
and dont ask me
and if YOU want to know
where were going
keep your distance
and dont follow me
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