Too Personal

I cannot be too personal

'cause it ain't going to make much sense

Throwing words around the place

And sitting on the fence

Trying hard to mean too much

When i talk to you

Veiled, protected, and dangerous

The lid is closed tight

A velvet lined jeweled box

With hard metal sides

Holds the secrets sharp and clean

Like the edges of a blade

Designed to pierce the hardеst heart

I knew i'd got it made

Childrеn walking hand in hand

That were never meant to be

Through an empty shopping street

Out in the a to z

And history catches up with us

And punches me in the face

Stunned with a bleeding nose

An antenna, a mast of pain

Takes me aside and i receive

A small gift of knowledge

I'm still trying to understand