Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Gates Of The Arctic

You recite a whole book, 
But she utters just a single word, 
Only she knows what's on her head, 
I bet, no not, not even the lordy Lord! 

I am an idiot who doesn't care much 
And say what I feel or need to say  
She dismisses everything outright 
Says, I ain't like that, nope, no way! 

You know it all about me, she says 
Everything that is there to be known 
Then why do I feel every time I talk 
I'm seeing a side previously unknown? 

It's not that I doubt you but then 
As a human I got to make my call 
I guess I know you just a little bit 
Yes just a little bit, not much at all.

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