Though, I can play it off as I knew.
Complaining I don't understand others when
-- I have yet to understand myself.
Maybe its a wonderful part of the world
that the best we can do
is imagine a frame of mind
to which we adapt ourselves.
Understanding.
You do not have to know.
But, play along. Act. Its a fact,
we all have something of blind glass,
foggy--unnamed. Untamed.
Days to which we smile in confidence
Days to which we cower in comfort
with not a word, even to a love.
A love? Liar. You still do not know.
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