Post-college works... I CAN'T TELL YOU

JAN/03/2000

I CAN'T TELL YOU


There's something... that... I
I want to tell you... that...
I think you already know.
It really saddens me.

All of you should listen to me.
But no voice could be heard.
I'm so excited about it.
But it won't do much good to tell.

Telling the truth will set us free.
It will also bring us hurt.
All is to be gained...
except my freedom.

I anguish alone in myself.
Never able to free a word.
My cell is my own doing.
My suffering is your reward.

When the time comes that I tell...
it would have been too late.
But telling all of you now...
will make my suffering even more.

I am in a bind of my own construct.
Nobody knows that I am here.
They all know that I am free.
Look at me, feel what I feel.

If I tell you now, I will be happy.
We will all be happy.
Our lives will be filled with joy.
And soon after, we will weep.

All that awaits is sorrow.
Maybe someday it will be better.
Now is not a good time.
Perhaps someday, but I can't tell you now.

Putting off my plans to court my lady of interest..  I decided to write this piece instead..  I did eventually court her..