Composed 1/19/17
Description: Probably the symptom of an overworked brain.
To love the unknown is a scary thing
As it so much more easily consumes and bleeds
Your heart dry after you create and repeat
Fantasies that have no basis in reality
When essential details are unknown but
Interest is still peeked and cannot be shut down for
Perhaps the unknown is pleasing?
It’s the uncertainty that both unnerves and attracts
And I don’t know whether to flirt or fight back
I’m stuck and drowning in mystery and
Too shy to ask and learn what I need
For fear that my dreams will have been wasted
And crushed and fear that I’ve dived in too much
You see
I’d rather whisper conspiracies and
Overhear evidence that quietly denies
So I might suffer in silence with no one the wiser…
But will I run out of time before I learn actuality
And finally set my restless thoughts
Free?
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