no tours in the lab

My words seem to come from places uncertain

Tried to convey the man behind the curtain,

For once, the unexplained brain was displayed,

But the inner musings inside should have stayed.

The callus develops when interest is nil,

At moments of honesty, even I wish to spill,

The understanding of most comprehend me the least,

Foreshadowing the lonely realm of this beast.

Perhaps these are words that are best left unknown,

Giving a glimpse to my fancy flights flown,

My need to exceed that of grandfather’s seed,

When it’s incomprehensible to the masses that breed.

So again I sit still much like waters run deep,

Words once free to flow now slow to a seep,

Explanations of me and my mind what it sees,

Will go to the dirt when I go as I please.

I learned once again the importance walls,

They are put there to serve as protection from falls,

Where I’m safest it seems is inside with my musing,

And my words will be left unexplained and confusing.