We both know what happened.
There’s a score in the books.
But, we see things differently.
Different takes. Different looks.
Perspective is funny,
And if fear is the guide…
You’re wearing blinders,
Which means truth will hide.
It is what it is,
But you can’t see it for that.
So you’re the guy with the rabbit,
And the big, tall black hat;
A magician pretenting,
You’re the joker in court;
To be free from your role
You must break free from your fort;
The walls you’ve built around you…
Help you to hide, from others, but also from yourself.