Mystery

Woah. I have no clue what this one's about...

 

Mystery

 

I hope I’m not wrong,

Not falsely accusing you

Of a treacherous lie

Or a misleading word.

 

But why would you refuse

To shed the cloak of secrets

From your cybernetic face

And enlighten us again?

 

Hiding behind a pane of glass

But even more hidden still,

Since a lie may go unseen

Over the information byway.

 

Sighing, I return

To my fruitless waiting,

Nodding off in this chair,

As I wait for one more word.

 

I’m torn between two fierce lions.

One frank, the other, cunning.

I can just hear their growls.

Their sinister growls.

 

The one roaring,

“I’m going to eat you!”

The other,

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

 

When will I know

Which path to take?

Should I go to the right

Or to the left?

 

I will not live in long suspense,

For the deciding hour draws nearer.

It may be even now,

If that word ever comes.

 

So please, please, oh cloaked conquistador,

Enlighten me once more.

Of your identity, your motive,

Your one true name.