Keep yourself hidden
Don't let the words out
Keep it all in
Take care of your doubt
So keep yourself strange
Don't let the truth in
Rumours that you have been living in sin

The problem is entirely mine
And I shall not keep it anything less than secret
Don't try to hide out inside your mind
That's my job!
My terrain
Keep away from here, trespassers will, in time
Regret their crime.
(Or so I hope)

We are led in a beautiful dance
And I hope we have all remembered
To travel light
Never to fight
This impulse
To write awful non-rhyming poetry.
For this atrocity
That must go un-named.