You can see it all in writing
Right there before your eyes
They are all the complete truth
The man doesn’t tell any lies.
You can read about the places he’s been
And where he wants to go
He has a fantastic rhythm
A really hypnotizing flow.
You can read about his adventures
The women he’s loved before
All the aches and pains of breakups
That apparently left him wanting more.
There are poems about the weather
The significant loss of his life
This whirlwind that left him bereft
I think that was his ex wife.
Left off the page is anything new
Pointed at the direction of today
You think the mans in love?
You think you could get him to say?
Maybe she is his secret
As he makes others his muse
Perhaps she is just a timely invention
Of a clearly masterful ruse.
Maybe he’s just hoping
Something better comes along
You can assume he writes of love for someone
But then again, you could be wrong.
Maybe she is a secret
Because he’s still not really sure
In case she fails his tests
He could wipe her away like a blur.
You’d read about his life history
Of everything that could ever be
Not once will you see a mention
Of anything concerning me.
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