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Hiddin Within
He watches her. She watches him.
The dog , he watches nothing.
There eyes can’t hide what lies beneath
A tilt of the head, a downcast look tells
Me all I need to know about their inner
Lives.
They hate. They love. They lust. They laugh at
Life
Is there sadness behind that smile they
Give.
Some hide from each other.
Some hide from themselves.
Some hide because they can.
I wish I could see all the dreams buried
Deep within their heads.
Dreams which they’ve never fed.
Maybe a doctor, a lawyer, or a whore.
Maybe a pretentious pious little bore.
Their thoughts are hidden
A landscape of dark shadows and fog banks hung
Low.
I watch it all unfold.
They can’t keep it hidden for long you see.
For like a cauldron bubbles, spews, and spits so
Does their mind emit a gurgling of regret, a wisp of
Weakness, or a hiss of hysteria in its’ attempt to lament
I watch and I wait for all to unfold
For the hidden to be found and the found to be told.
I’m a spectator to the grand affair which is hidden within.
So know that when I look at you or you at me
I will see you.
See you indeed.
The dog , he watches nothing.
There eyes can’t hide what lies beneath
A tilt of the head, a downcast look tells
Me all I need to know about their inner
Lives.
They hate. They love. They lust. They laugh at
Life
Is there sadness behind that smile they
Give.
Some hide from each other.
Some hide from themselves.
Some hide because they can.
I wish I could see all the dreams buried
Deep within their heads.
Dreams which they’ve never fed.
Maybe a doctor, a lawyer, or a whore.
Maybe a pretentious pious little bore.
Their thoughts are hidden
A landscape of dark shadows and fog banks hung
Low.
I watch it all unfold.
They can’t keep it hidden for long you see.
For like a cauldron bubbles, spews, and spits so
Does their mind emit a gurgling of regret, a wisp of
Weakness, or a hiss of hysteria in its’ attempt to lament
I watch and I wait for all to unfold
For the hidden to be found and the found to be told.
I’m a spectator to the grand affair which is hidden within.
So know that when I look at you or you at me
I will see you.
See you indeed.
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