Secrets of the Scatterbrained
Looking like they know something,
But really just aloof and bare.
The scatterbrained have secrets,
But you’d never know they’re there.
Mysterious eyes, windows of the soul;
Sinking skies, courage not to stare.
The clocks have eyes to see below,
Repudiate whilst she climbs a stair.
Curtains closed on daily trespasses,
Not knowing cries of those who care.