Do Not Read Me

Oh reader of my works, published and not,
Think not, that you've seen me inside and out,
For you know not even a fraction of my soul,
Nor the weight of the content that fills it whole,

The thoughts I hold, they stretch beyond words,
Growing like hair when plucked from your head,
Stranger still is the soul that I am,
So dark, it's alien to my closest kin,

Delve no deeper than the things I project,
For I strive so hard to save you from deject,
Seek not to know the being I am,
Stop now, and save yourself precious time,

Strive not to know me, to know who I am,
For though strange and dark, I'm no great man,
Seek, rather, to dive into your self,
And find there, priceless, great bright pearls,

Try to go the way that I've taught,
To follow, quiet, the trail of thought,
Cease, a while to read another's mind,
And hear your own voice and the song it sings,

Discover your abyss that holds great thoughts,
The place where you go when you read my words,
Know now and forever this piece of truth,
The joy of reading me comes from your own depth,

It's the joy of connect, of finding your thoughts,
Of hearing the echo of your innermost depths,
It's the joy of singing the song of your soul,
So take a dip within and stay there a while.