Not very many people know,
Or find out.
Once you do, You can’t forget.
You’re a part of a select few,
A minority.
You’re an outsider.
A certain composure must be kept.
If not,
You will excite or dilute them.
Composure maintained.
You want to tell them,
But you don’t want them
To be like you.
You just,
Want someone to know.
You’re a part of a select few,
A minority.
You’re an outsider.
You want to be
What you were,
Or what they are.
But you don’t,
Composure maintained.
It slips,
Someone
You want to know,
You try not to,
But you show.
Not very many know,
Or find out,
Once you do, you can’t forget.
You have to forget,
Sometimes not care.
Because your stuck.
What a powerful piece...it had me hooked from beginning to end...excellent...