He was an upfront mystery
With all the clues for all to see
Did he want to be discovered
Or be hidden by the light?
Either way, he was quite a sight
A broken young man
With the pieces in hand
They were awkward and shattered
But it hadn't really mattered
For the people around
Just tip toed to the sound
That raced their minds
As they kept their problems on the ground
But as an upfront mystery
He looked to inspire
In all that he could manage be
He was an addict of Christmas
The season and such
Computers and games
To them he would clutch
He stuck to his code
And no one could attest
To all that he had stood for
And he certainly did do his best
But as an upfront mystery
It was all upfront for all to see
And was quite a sight as he walked around
But every thing there was all he could be
The people around didn't know what they could touch
What of him was real?
What was there they could clutch?
How can you know a mystery
If a mystery is all that there could be?
Where's the person in the mystery that stood?
How could they get to the human?
Did they know that they could?
The people around searched for someone they could meet
They searched for a friend
That did more than fill up a seat
A mystery is only good
If clues are there so that it can be solved
Eventually, every one will give up
If there is nothing to keep them involved
He was an upfront mystery
But behind the Christmas, the computers, the games
He was a blank sheet of paper
Resistant to writing and flames
So he met all sorts of people
And left the same way
But the people he left
Not the same they could say
For its hard to work on a mystery
To have it leave you in the history
Letting go is hard if you have cared enough
And the people he left
Saw his lack of care, that was tough
And with the the people that he left
He stuck to his code
And no one could attest
To all that he had stood for
And he certainly did do his best
But as an upfront mystery
It was all upfront for all to see
And was quite a sight as he walked around
But every thing there was all he could be
The people around didn't know what they could touch
What of him was real?
What was there they could clutch?
How can you know a mystery
If a mystery is all that there could be?
Where's the person in the mystery that stood?
How could they get to the human?
Did they know that they could?
The people around searched for someone they could meet
They searched for a friend
That did more than fill up a seat
A mystery is only good
If clues are there so that it can be solved
Eventually, every one will give up
If there is nothing to keep them involved
He was an upfront mystery
But behind the Christmas, the computers, the games
He was a blank sheet of paper
Resistant to writing and flames
So he met all sorts of people
And left the same way
But the people he left
Not the same they could say
For its hard to work on a mystery
To have it leave you in the history
Letting go is hard if you have cared enough
And the people he left
Saw his lack of care, that was tough
And with the the people that he left
His face was wore down
He became more upfront
With the mystery he laid down
Maybe one day he will see
That he is that, a mystery
For he has tried to hide behind
His upfront disguise he's used while he's blind
But now he rubs off
On each detective on his case
How many more will they need
If they want to see behind that face?
Good luck to those people
Willing to search for the man
Behind his upfront masterpiece
And the clues in his hand
But I, I give up
He's a mystery through and through....
If these are the only clues that I have
How upfront is this dude?

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