Sep 10, 2013
There was once a time when a lot of people liked me because they were curious.
But when I showed them the weird part of me, they left, quite furious.
And so I no longer know how to trust and be transparent.
For a piece of pie with burnt crust had flavors deemed abhorrent.
But that time was quite a-whiles-ago. New fruit I need to sow.
Back to the world of nonsensical rhymes, back to the dreamland I must go.