do you see
what i am see
when i see
what i see?
do you feel
what i am feel
when i feel
what i am feel
when i feel
what i feel?
my, you're unpredictable.
every minute of my time
is spent on
dealing with the undealable
while
trying to comprehend the incomprehensible.
i try,
really i do,
to harmonize our thoughts
like a beethoven tune
but
we are like penguins in the Gambia.
maybe more like
snowfall in june

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