I see what I see,
And I feel what I do.
In-some-ways we’re the same,
Yet I’m different than you.
I take my time,
And I don’t worry a-lot
You stress about things
That I do not.
And yet I think and think
About lots of stuff.
I’m just getting started,
When you’ve had enough.
We all go places
In our mind.
I like to dive deep,
And to see what I find.
I question perspective.
I like to ask, Why?
You say I’m aggressive,
But-you’d rather not pry.
I say, let’s see the cards.
Let-chips-fall where they may.
What are we hiding?
It’s not right this way.
What’s the point,
Of just playing a role
When you can’t be yourself?
When you can’t be whole?
Seems like I’m going in circles,
But you can’t hear me.
I suppose you do in your way.
You just don’t see what I see.
NOT FOR RANT 