I have nothing to say
But they force me to speak
And try as they may
I will not reveal what they seek
Why? You ask
Because he told me not to utter a phrase
To be silent every minute until my last
But I so long to leave this mess of a maze
Oh to be selfish or selfless
Our minds may die wondering which is best
But neither will end in a peaceful bliss
Nor a softened rest
But why should it matter?
He's gone
He alludes to the hatter
Having tea on the lawn
Now that's serene
Even if it is just my imagination at play
It's a beautiful end, that scene
A lovely if not shattered pathway
But they force me to speak
And try as they may
I will not reveal what they seek
Why? You ask
Because he told me not to utter a phrase
To be silent every minute until my last
But I so long to leave this mess of a maze
Oh to be selfish or selfless
Our minds may die wondering which is best
But neither will end in a peaceful bliss
Nor a softened rest
But why should it matter?
He's gone
He alludes to the hatter
Having tea on the lawn
Now that's serene
Even if it is just my imagination at play
It's a beautiful end, that scene
A lovely if not shattered pathway
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