22: 06

So many things to write about,
So much has gone on,
So many ways I could let you in,
So many ways to begin.

But I won't let you in,
I won't begin,
To tell you about myself,
Not while im in good health.

You'll never know me,
I'll never let you in,
You see thats just not like me,
Don't take it personally.

Yet when I'm old and frail,
And my mind becomes stale,
I'll be happy to share,
My times of dispair,

With you.