You were not just what you said.
But, friend, I knew that from the start of it.
There are a few things I keep too well hid.
And there’s a few truths I wish to forget.
But that is not a choice that I can make.
My worst intentions won’t just cease to speak.
A close inspection of our present state,
Decries some situation slightly bleak.
But, no words so deep have helped me yet.
I keep not-knowing what I’m wanting,
But still asking for more than I’ve got.
I don’t know what this great greed is all about.
So, give me two seconds while I think this through.
I need to check on how I really feel.
Sir, should I stick here, sitting next to you?
The future beckons with things I don’t know.
What are the facts that we should swiftly share?
Where are those traps, of which we should beware?
Are these just habits from our younger years?
The jagged paths of these incessant scars.
But, wait! Hold up! I got that wrong!
There’s no pre-charting what we’re starting,
Nor a need to flee before it’s done.
I don’t know where this weird fear is coming from.