My mind is an open book.
So open, that it closed.
Come forward, take a look.
Read the thoughts via eyes.
They'll tell you all I know.
All the truth, all the lies.
But what is the mystery?
The naked orb cannot reveal.
Padlocked by the history.
That's where we'll lay blame.
Because it's been and gone.
But I feel just the bitter-same.
O'where is joy, I pray?
The joy that is outside.
Should it not be the other way?
I'm shaking. I'm weeping.
I'm losing my head.
Where lives the peace of sleeping?
Go wake her, please.
Tell her of me.
Harvest her calm, share her ease.
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