From the very first
If you cannot see
Whence comes my thirst
Then to you I'll ever wear thickening shell
You'll never know, I'll never tell.
I'm an open book
But you cannot read
I walk my way
And pay no heed
To game, or knave, or beckoning spell
You'll never know, I'll never tell.
You cannot see me
Though I stand unadorned
They long since gave up
Worshiped or scorned
What am I truly? Harmless or fell,
You'll never know. I'll never tell.
