Open book

I don’t know you
But I like to
Think that I do
Know the reason

I think I know
Why you’re married
With kids
Or why you’re
Raising a child
All by yourself

I think I know why
You run through
The woods chasing ghosts
Or can’t stand still
In a concrete jungle
Filled with steel trees

I think I know why
In a crowd of people
You either want to
Fight the power
Or flee the barbarians

I have some ideas
About why you’re
The way you are
But maybe it doesn’t matter
If I am right
Because ultimately
You’re a fable
To me