Why can't it be explained, what everyone
knows is true, or so they say they do -
And act as though they don't, when all is done.
At least I can explain it all to you.
You wisely nod, and grin your innocence,
protesting I make nothing but good sense.
And endlessly you're charmed, and must agree:
the world could learn a thing or two from you
and me.
And bored,
we spin our stories for awhile,
through worlds where people truly know these things.
Til' back again, concede with sheepish smile -
It's much more fun to sit here,
just about the only two
left wondering.
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