behind the curtain

and you went into my closet
behind the curtain
looking for something real
a piece of something certain
and what exactly did you find?
there was another piece of broken mind,
dust on the far wall,
an autographed baseball,
images of what i once saw,
and a cold cup of stale coffee
but nothing about me
nothing anyone could really see
and a strange wind blew through your hair
i said you shouldn't be there
and yet you used a bright flashlight
blinding in the night
a spot in the total universe
heading in reverse
analyzing the misery and the exhilaration
not curious about the destination
or the pathway to the nearest star
i sat wondering who you are
when you went into my closet
behind the curtain
looking for something real
a piece of something certain
and you gave as good as you got
just a little and just a lot
you wanted everything that you took
started out calm and then you shook
underneath the undertaker's sheet
growing cold before the heat
i probably shouldn't have spied
you probably shouldn't have lied
but what didn't we know that we should know
a little misfortune during the show
there was never another place to go
and you went into my closet
behind the curtain
looking for something real
a piece of something certain
and what exactly did you find?
another piece of broken mind.