1. The Mystery That Is Me
The Mystery That Is Me
No light can emblazon the path
That illuminates a direct course
Throughout the maze withholding
My deepest thoughts,
Or look beyond the barrier
That conceals my dearest memories.
No one can see through the mask
That disguises my truest feelings,
Or glance through my emotions,
For they are kept at a distance:
Away from my sensitive intuition.
And no mindreader or fortuneteller
Can truly understand or predict
Who I am, what I’ll become,
For even with sincere concern
And devoted love, one cannot understand
What I refuse to reveal.
All effort is rendered useless
And undying persistence deemed foolish,
For I am the only one who can show you
The mystery that is me.