No Clues

When one has two lovers
how do you choose?
Ours minds are abstract
they hide all the clues

Our conscious like covers
hide pages of a book
Constructed from the events
the story of us; take a look

Everyone's different from another's
they could hold keys to mysteries
Or they could open
to new exotic needs

But through those adventures
you won't find the answer
Your mind it has no feelings
yet still, it's your master

When one has two lovers
how do you choose?
Our minds are abstract
They hide all the clues