You've been with me
From the very start
I can't think of a reason
Good Enough
To understand why you
Or anyone for that matter
Would do something that huge.
And believe me
I am grateful.
Utterly.
But
Because you did all of it.
Does it mean
Does it have to mean
That my thoughts have to
Align with yours
To make a right angle ?
That I have to become
A replica of you.
That I have to be bound
By what you couldn't let go.
'Cos I don't want it to be that way.
And trust me I've been trying every day.
My views aren't on the same side
As yours on the number line.
They could be.
But
I am afraid
I don't think we share the same number line.
I am afraid
Your logic would put me
On an imaginary scale.
It kills me
When you judge me
By those units
Which I don't even understand.
Or maybe I do.
But I swear it isn't more than to know
That I won't ever fit in by those standards.
All those numerous times
When I have to stop myself
From expressing something
Which I fear you wouldn't understand
It shatters me inside
To realize that I won't
Ever
Be able to walk you through
To make you see from my eyes
That
The world of thought
I live in
Isn't imaginary.
But is just irrational.
And who knows
Maybe even
If I could
We'd never see the world through
The same scale.
But hey!
At least we'd be
Closer to each other.
