I knew a man, a sweet talker whose busy lips formed honey-coated words of much charm and wit; resembling a candidate. A tempter who could speak without debate, his opinions most convincingly. How he would talk--on and on incessantly, as women gossip over tea, with fabricated sincerity. Only a facade reflected-- erected for others to see. But inside, hidden from view, lived a recluse wishing to live in anonymity. His other self who would not reveal thoughts or dreams, nor words that stood in truth upon that which he believed-- in secrecy conceived. We each share a dual side, an unknown state residing deep inside, where neurons croon a separate tune. A life that lives inside a mind; the esoteric--private kind, impervious to scrutiny. I am the one unseen, not who I pretend to be-- the cryptic other side of me. My real life led--inside my head, in self-imposed obscurity.