The Terrible Truth Poem by The Muse

He awaits her arrival
She flies away from him
And still it seems closer to him

I am here
And yet is another
But his eyes are forever wavering

This is a futile life I lead
I hate thus being deceived
Mr.X you have been keenly perceived

Mission #1 Get the mind
Mission #2 Seem all kind
Mission #3 Let the subject unwind

Now I give him what he seeks
Mission#1 Rhymes
Mission #2 Dreams sublime

This is a game I see now
But I won't silently take a bow
I'm no regular hen no sow