If I were to tell you two things
One truth. One lie.
If they were both equally possible
and impossible.
How would you know which I have revealed,
and what I still hide?
If you were a smart man,
you would not seek your answers from my eyes.
Long ago I taught them the importance
of the secrets I hide.
No, they would not betray me.
Though revealing they may be,
my secrets they keep safely.
You would not listen to the tone of my voice.
Because I am an actor on this stage,
every lilt, every giggle
has been rehearsed for this play.
You would need to find some other way
to try and confound me.
Don't expect it to be easy.
I am not a book to be read.
Don't think I will tell you how to see me.
After all, what kind of fun would that be?
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
If I were to tell you two things
One truth. One lie.
If they were both equally possible
and impossible.
How would you know which I have revealed,
and what I still hide?
If you were a smart man,
you would not seek your answers from my eyes.
Long ago I taught them the importance
of the secrets I hide.
No, they would not betray me.
Though revealing they may be,
my secrets they keep safely.
You would not listen to the tone of my voice.
Because I am an actor on this stage,
every lilt, every giggle
has been rehearsed for this play.
You would need to find some other way
to try and confound me.
Don't expect it to be easy.
I am not a book to be read.
Don't think I will tell you how to see me.
After all, what kind of fun would that be?