I’ve always longed to be
a fly on the wall
To hear and see
but do nothing at all
I yearn for the truths
we don’t tell other people
like old timey sleuths
hiding in personal steeples
My own story is hard
not easy to share
each person does guard
the truths we can’t bare
I yearn for the freedom
to hear from some other
the tales that precede’em
my own, did not smother.