Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have 

fallen onto your magazine for I've been watching and wondering why 

your face is changing with every line you read. All those lines 

and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give 

taste to me. If she would be wonderful, but my pride is in the 

way. I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say. 

I live in silence, afraid to speak of my life of 

darkness because I cannot read. For all those lines and circles, 

to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give taste to me. 

If she could it would be wonderful. Then I wouldn't need someone 

else's eyes to see what's in front of me. No one guiding me. 

It makes me humble to be so green at what every kid can 

do when he learns A to Z, but all those lines and circles just 

frighten me and I fear that I'll be trampled if you don't reach 

for me. Before I run I'll have to take a fall. And then pick 

myself up, so slowly I'll devour every one of those books in the 

Tower of Knowledge.


Eager to please was just the way that he was 

though his attempts there falling short, 

expectation 

see he would tell of all his conquests, 

was he bragging? 

but in the evening all alone 

Ellen unplanned delays 

saving for someone who really cared about you 

invincible they say 

married to your name 

she was the kind between a child and a lady, 

quick was her temper 

like a blaez from an ember 

no one had measured to her standard, 

so in the evening all alone all alone 

how do I tell them to open their minds 

and to take a chance 

maybe on finding life’s treasure stubborn they stay set 

in their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone.