In the library all the books are falling off the shelf, -
Burying me under the weight of all these tragic tales.
I like The Mystery of Edwin Drood.
That’s the sort of ending that suits my particular mood.
There are no answers in the fray.
Just keep it quiet; we’re all afraid.
Pantomime you are the saddest man I ever saw.
Bear in mind I’m staring at you through a solid wall.
I know a man of a similar kind.
He’s so smart he can feel with his mind.
There are no questions without a doubt.
Just keep it quiet; you’ll sort it out.
There are no answers, – save for this.
Just keep it quiet, lest it persist.
Copyright MMX ~ J.S. Hazelwood
