We settle in rooms, where we watch and wait
for the idiots to float to the top
for the lunatic haze to dissipate.
If I am what I seem, I can't trust you ;
The fact that I do means I must be mad.
Sanity's fleeting, and intellect impossible to measure accurately.
If I'm verbose I tell too much and fail.
If I'm articulate and erudite I evoke fear and inadequacy.
If you bare your soul to me, you're a fool-
withhold your feelings and be considered...
devious, secretive, untrustworthy.
Yet you are not confused, you understand.
You sit there reading countless, useless words
Ever unsure of whether to post yours....
And would it matter anyway?
©Dreamsbyday 11.20.04
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