I’m not you, i can’t see through your eyes into the mist ahead of you, i cannot hear that sounds you hear when you are alone, i cannot stop the thoughts from comming into your mind – because I’m not you.
Its not because I don’t want, its because you are so far from me in my mind in my thoughts you are the stranger asking for directions and all i have of you is the familiarity of deja vu.
Can we take this another approach ? I don’t think we can, though i know I’ve seen you trying, god help me, so have I.
Don’t lie to me, i see the fire in your eyes and i know your smile.
Can it be that I’m loosing you ? I think I’ve already lost the war – the opposition is far to great to withstand the brutal force that yields in our minds.
I can’t understand your reasoning nor your ideas that have met me half way, it seems to be that i cannot translate their meanings into anything. I cannot understand the language your mind speaks when it yells into my soul. Have we met before?
We speak a language in no uncertain terms, though in reality they are so far in terms that none of us understands.
I am not, you today, nor was i yesterday – and this is why i cannot understand you, i haven’t the means and the will to bash fronts anymore – I cannot.
You are the lion and I am the squirell – so far in purpose that no mutual derivative can be derived … we are not the same, i am me and you are not me and we cannot be the same, nor can we share – for it conception none of this would matter because i cannpt live my life trying to figure out, when all i do is figure out – why couldn’t you give me a hand, some help, a second opinion – we are wrong.
Today I choose not to pretend to understand – because you are a mystery and perhaps this is your issue – but today it will not be mine.
Goodbye Lion.