Light a Candle?

Nobody sees into my soul

But you

You read me like a book 'cause

You wrote it

I don't know the ending but

You surely do

I don't want to know it but

Could I see the next page?

It's not like I stumble over

Every word anymore

I can read my own lines

Without too much faltering

I don't write too many corrections

Corrections that lead me to

Tumble down the letters

My soul is a maze that I didn't make

I know

It's a temple for you to dwell

I know

Aren't I doing better?

Aren't I keeping it clean?

Dust doesn't settle there for long

Could I see around the next corner?

It's very confusing, bumping into people

And things and ideas

What am I supposed to do with them

Besides set them on shelves?

There's too may of them for me

To know them all

Surely you could leave a note every

Now and then

For a hapless wanderer to get a clue

Couldn't you?