Under the spotlight, what would you see
besides what you've already gleaned? You know,
curiosity kills the cat. It also kills the soul.
too much
It just doesn't pay to know too much.
you're way too much
I always said transparency's best,
as much as possible. Lifting a scab
leaves injury. Does it matter whose?
too much
It just doesn't pay to know too much.
you're way too much
Only matter separates: Time + Distance = Air.
After all, hurt me, you hurt yourself.
Yes, with all this space between us,
too much
It just doesn't pay to know too much.
you're way too much
let's talk about unknowns existing
within this spin's continuum.
Do you crave total dominuum?
too much
It just doesn't pay too much to know too much.
you're way too much
Under the microscope, what would I find
besides what's already in my mind? You know,
curiosity kills the cat. It also kills the bird.
Oh... hadn't you heard?
Irreverence (for) your mark and trade
couched in carpet covered platitudes
blame it on the exile's rotten attitude,
perhaps the northern latitude. After all,
too much
It just doesn't pay to know too much.
you're way too much
I always say transparency's best.
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
