Why are your shades drawn so tight? Could it be you are ashamed of something? Maybe it is a truth you hate to face; so, if you shut out the dark night, then no one can see in...to your soul.
I always have my windows open; I am not ashamed; I am not afraid; I live in the light of day, and I move in the night. You do not worry me. I heard you scratching on the door, you are snot-faced and childish, a simple joke, not complex.
One time in my life I knew a person who was trying so hard to fit in with the bullies, he stubbed his toe; he toppled over into a pile of dog feces; I laughed until my side ached. He was brown too, from Puerto Vallarto.
I noticed a bald-headed man doomed to a life of selling insurance. I feel sorry for him. One night I waited by the fountain, he told me he wanted to see me; he was ashamed to show up. I smoked and waited, but, I knew he would never arrive...
He was a simple joke, not complex. The fountain was beautiful.