i get the secret message
in the crossword puzzle
but i can't get the message in your eyes
i see the shape of things
in the big big picture
but the world's one big surprise
so i don't understand what
i'm supposed to do
don't know what i'm supposed to say
and i'd be sad only
i know we're all lonely
got to learn to carry on that way
still it's time to get off
this lonely bus
got to stop pretending
that i'm someone else
be me be you
all the others too
it's a way
a way
away
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers