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