Nowadays it’s the culture
To take narrative structure
And find you know every blessed thing
About what the girl did
Or what the guy hid
Before the plot’s barely opened its wings
Fans want to fill in the gaps
Invent their own mishaps
Scream it out at the top of their lungs
That their
theory is sound
They should be more renowned
’til someone can prove them quite wrong
And yet there’s something I miss
Midst speculation like this
And that’s not to dismiss such excitement
If it is
all explained
The universe gets constrained
Imagination can take quite a dent
If you fill all those voids
Possibilities get destroyed
And everyone knows where it’s going
By untangling the knots
Joining all the dots
You lose the excitement of simply not knowing
I don’t wish to annoy
And can appreciate the joy
Of working out “so that means this…!”
But that definitive answer
May not prove such an enhancer
When you think of those options you’ll miss
So sometimes it seems best
Not to be second-guessed
And told exactly what they chose to do
’cos I’m missing the mystery
With all this Big Finishery
That simple joy of not knowing Who
Martin
A W Holmes, January 2020
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