From the album On The Eve Of A Goodbye
19 hours left.
I suppose it is now a banal axiom. But acknowledgment of my hypocrisy does not preclude my incessant need to understand you.
What is it that you hide with such agile deflections? The answers you give me seem all the more puzzling and draw down deeper into this labyrinth. Are your flippant remarks to push me back? Or just test my resolve?
What is it that you refuse to tell me?