Mystery

Somewhere there's a soccer game I can hear the wild crowd moan It's not that life is here's distasteful to me It's just that I'm all alone I wanted what took a lifetime to learn Turn around and start again And after that to turn and sigh With no more pause than I had then It's not that it's such a mystery I saw it from miles away It's not that it such a mystery That I ran out of things to say In time I'll only think of you When I'm buttering my toast Or in some other reflective moment When I expect the least Remember the most It's not that it's such a mystery It was practically on display It's not that it's such a mystery We've got "world enough and time" And "wither youth" comes or goes I hope you'll always think of me as "mine" It's not that it's such a mystery This new-found malaise It's just that this mystery Has taken your place