cydniey - another exchange

published as: if you knew, what would it be to you? It’s almost too 2D for me, my man . . . This thing we have instead of conversation I can sense but can't quite hold that hint To a question backed by vague fear . . . But I've got a great grip on the mind-closing Accusation of weary disappointment. When do you know that you're going the wrong way When you've got tunnel vision? I am not what you thought. Your assumptions were dead wrong. You could make a beautiful mistake You could shut up and listen to all that I say Because even if I tell it all it will never be enough. I am different than you made my vision And I am better, if well hidden and Anything that really matters I will never tell you. You will know because you can't help it And they don't mind it, the ones who've stayed. Ready made and ready to go - Looking for the complete package A fantasy all prepared for you Without effort or growth from either . . . I’m not done yet, never plan to be But I recognize what I don't understand I gravitate toward it and give myself to it I take from it all it will give and I never accuse. I think to myself that the true persevere And it's better to bleed when the wound is still small. I will mislead you if you bother to ask, I will endeavor to chase you away. I will play all the games up front and I promise to get it all over then just to see Whose still standing, waiting, yearning And then, my friend, I will give up my soul To be your best resource for those secret things You have never admitted to wanting.