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I am The Recluse, not The Walrus

I have moments of brilliancy,
but you can find me in the shadows.

I watch what is done, what you do
I mimic the life, I hide the truth

I make you know me, I make you think
My sharp bite like an intoxicate drink

But it all a ruse, a game to play

I act feeble, not strong under pretense
I fake happiness and grace, I wait

I wait for that moment of shared eyes
I search in the crowds of shadows to hide

But it is your eyes the truth I find
I cannot mimic the eyes, the window

I capture the landscape through them
I paint my own pictures of intimacies.

But it is all a ruse, a game to play

Sadly misunderstood, I hide in the shadows
I have my moments of brilliancy

The shadowplay mastery, quiet yet riotous

I am The Recluse, not The Walrus.