Miss you

I cant make you see
The things I say aren't make believe
Just trust in thee,
pick up that book and learn.

I gotta key
but the handle don't turn.
I feel guilty
for things I've learned
it's so hard to turn the page.
So stop right here and burn.

It's a metaphor like simile
Ignorance of antiquity
I could write a million lines
In rhyme
but nothing here
will change your mind

Know that's it's all inside.
You make a choice
From which you hide
Another sage another time.
Some other mage in an ancient rind.

It's not me,
I concede
It's someone else
Doesn't bother me

But nothing you hear
Will keep you here.
So I pretend it's
Nothing near.

Goodbye Ms. Lady
I'll miss you next year
Goodbye my lady
I wish you were here.