History's Mysteries

What if I told you
Things didn’t sit right by me
I wrote these words down in sanskrit
Circa 1601 BC
Harvest moon is a game
That also happens when
Seasons change
I had a long talk with Emily
About how I want a family someday
Unraveling history’s mysteries
Glossy blue eyes and
Short hair all silvery
I met you once
But it wasn’t the right time yet
I had just turned twenty
And the thought of you made me sweat
So I waited four years
For you to come find me here
But you never came
And now I’m regretting sadly
Never whispering «daddy»
Into those bear ears
I don’t know why
Wish I knew why
I’m realizing why
I’ll always be «that guy»