What's the passcode: let me in.
What must I whisper in my wonder?
You never do falter.

A million hesitant steps.
A shadow of a touch.
The lull of a distant swoon.

Only ever the thought before my action.
Never the nerve nor the strength to follow through.
But what would it take to get to there?
How could I ever become anew?

What is the sign in the doorway?
A warning--stay away?
Or else a warming welcome sign?
One which I shall never see.

What is the secret to getting near?
To catching what forever flits and flees.

What lesson did I once miss?
A secret handshake I never learned?
Or else some sense of which I cannot think?

Where do I fall, slip away, when always you flutter near?
What realm sneaks about to snatch my presentiment away?
To what world do I lose my sight, my knowledge?
My judgment that so simply takes flight.

How do you cause such turmoil in me?
You beautiful, ancient mystery.
Cause me my will and my sense,
Without which I shall never be let it.

You lie to me, of that I know.
So welcoming and dear.
And yet stealthy, pernicious, sneaky all the same,
To rob me of my cognizants.
And how then may I enter?

You lie.
You sell falsehoods, to which I so foolishly buy in.
Hoodwinked, a fool, but not for much longer.

Discovered are you, oh but of course.
And never again shall I look in the mirror the same.