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Mystery Man


Words of this man tickle my ears Invading my mind like a rash But the mystery man never appears Forever eluding my grasp A man of many talents Some say he is a prodigy Because he is oh so gallant In the business of mining ivory Like hamlet I am losing my mind With questions I long to ask Answers to which I may never find When will I unveil his mask? "Oh mystery man, oh mystery man! Why do you hide from me so? Is this apart of your plan Or do you not want me to know?" There are rumors that you are ill, What secrets have you to hide? Is it just a simple chill, Or something worse inside? Sick brains cannot run a company The worst may be yet to come You will leave us in disharmony On the day that you are done. The black may soon consume you So please, reveal yourself Before you're sunk in the deep blue And become just a picture on the shelf.
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