Pseudonym Poem by D.N. Rebb

Deliberately hiding behind objective truth
Inspired pens leave no temporary tracks
Scribble as much as the noble heart allows
As no one's there to affirm vital facts
An untouched quill feels dejected
A need to write what ultimately exists
Similar characters for this obscured stage
There are other ways to fight without fists
Fully enjoy the printed abstract words
And keep on strategically guessing
When you don't even know who you are yourself
Opinions question the degree of expression
There are no right interpretations
Nor intentionally wrong corrections
It don't matter who is constantly driving
As long as we're heading in the same direction
There's no tombstone for a pseudonym
Just alternate lonely haunting theories
Classified arrangements, soulfully drifting
As the night wind recalls these hopeless stories