The Endless Saga of the Human Enigma
Heather has a Bachelor's Degree in English from Moravian College and has been freelance writing for more than 12 years.
Welcome to the most personal case
Of any Private Detective's career
The case of their missing identity
What made them an active mystery solver
A passion for the uncovered and undiscovered
Rocks tossed aside to reveal nuggets of truth
That fondness for the mysterious faded
Due to circumstances beyond their control
Stuck in a cesspool of routine and "faking" emotion
Just to continue to keep the lights on in the agency
When actual reality was stranger than fiction
Their happiness vanished without a trace
Down the drain of the ultimate shame spiral
Without any help from the usual areas of alcoholic bravery
Wondered if it was the medicine talking
Or was it just getting to the heart of the matter
As Don Henley once sang about in one of his songs
Transformed into another human lab rat
Locked in an endless labyrinth of dirt roads and headlights
Searched for that piece of gold in the form of Velveeta cheese
Always came up short of hitting pay dirt
Ready to sort out the internal cobwebs surrounding the brain
A fog that only disappeared after 10 hours of sleep
Pretended to dress up in Corporate duds from head to toe
With the extra veneer of being a well-adjusted people person
Fake smile plastered on with glue and silly putty
Faded once it started raining or when the putty fell off
Time to solve this boundless mystery
One way or the other to put it to bed for good.