There it is, the great unsaid.
Some space to use to fill your head,
With the things that you prefer,
With assent, without demur.
A canvas there for you to paint,
With no opinions there to taint,
Without my will there to flip,
As I stand with tooth on lip.
Leaving well enough alone.
An anxious faith in the unknown.
It never ceases to amaze,
How much sense derives from craze.
Your fantastic, silly way.
The one for ever on astray.
The one I never see enough.
The one that hides behind your bluff.
The one that soon returns to me.
Because I simply let it be.
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