You are watching me write,
the corner of your eye,
mind trying to pry,
trying to solve,
what could I be writing,
the urge to know
what is unknown
by easing the tension,
where my thoughts
spill onto paper,
through an instrument,
still wondering.
I do sympathize
for your urges,
I cannot
fix your unknowings,
the process of your mind,
I cannot help,
help wanting
to keep my mystery.

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