How could it be
I "always" have the wrong thing
to say to you or
didn't explain myself properly?
How could it be
you ask me what I am on,
when I chance to disagree...
How could it be
I am erratic
as you are level headed?
How could it be?
How could we catapult through the same physical space?
How could we be in the same dimension?
How could I be so weird and you so normal?
How could it be?
How could your analysis of life be so divergent from my own?
How could I not cry out into your abyss, with a cold,
blood-curdling scream
when you come near?
Copyright Sunday September 25, 2011 All Rights Reserved By Author
Gary Bercu
