Eclectic Lesson

Guesswork | May 10, 2011

Guesswork was our civil law
Our greatest skill and biggest flaw
And all the things I never saw
The gears have spun
And I am left perplexed

For every bit’s obscurity
The words I write, the things you see
The noises you always mishear
A puzzled root
Grew on my sounds and texts

And I did found it distressing
Semi-bleak, semi-depressing
That all this time
You have left me guessing

And you’ve been my curse and blessing
A riddle I have been obsessing
Of, but all this time
You have left me guessing

Guesswork was our mother tongue
Our dearest book, our favorite song
And I admit that I was wrong
Three years have gone
I’m still hesitating

A polysemic property
That lived inside you and me
Refused to do things properly
It broke our hopes
But our stories were amazing

Guesswork was our twisted plot
A haze in which we shared a spot
A crime in which we both got caught
Permanent fog
We should have stayed indoors

When vagueness turned to daily news
Began a chase for hints and clues
And I learned to play the blues
Some kind of love
You just can’t buy in stores.

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