E m p a t h
Everything is not what it seems.
In my world mixed signals are the norm.
They roll in waves,
a fog,
thick with the scent of subterfuge.
Up is down, yes is no, green does not mean go.
Words dipped in sugar contradict bitter energy,
served on a platter, pretty little pastries best left untouched.
I try to hide from the knowing,
but it’s always there to be read as easily as a book.
Even after all these years of being right,
I still doubt my ability,
because everything is not what it seems.
Pretty little pictures on a screen,
rotting from the inside,
Salvador Dali was a prophet.
What I’m trying to say is,
even if I don’t let on,
I know.
I know what you’re really feeling.
I don’t always understand the message,
let's be fair, neither do you.
Not everyone speaks their feelings in a known language,
but energy is universal.
So please remember,
I may pretend I don’t know,
but I do.
Everything is not as it seems.