Can’t you see me in the mirror?
Are you so blinded by your fear?
Oh please just draw a little nearer.
There’s something that you need to hear.
There is a tale I have to tell, a lie you won’t believe is true. There is an ancient secret that no one’s bothered to explain. Elucidation is my game, a darkening refrain, and clarity’s a murky truth when charity provides no proof.
I saw it all, I say again, that what I saw I couldn’t see but that it’s mirrored and in reverse of what I really, absolutely, positively, mostly mean.
Tale Told 