April 7, 2014 by Sez
So I’m walking away like I’m Keyser Söze.
I’m straightening out, dropping the hobble, I’m not looking back, and I’m picking up speed, I’m away.
And I never was shy and I never was slow, it was only a lens I wanted you to see me through. If you’ve got to ask why, well then you’ll never know.
And before too long you’ll look back at the space where I never was, see all the clues and if you had been paying attention, you’d always have seen:
It was me all along.
But you didn’t.
And I’m gone.