It's Like ,,,
It's like speaking in a foreign language
With your mother tongue's sentence structure
The words all mixed up
A messed up meaning
With a messed up order.
It's like translating every word into English
From whatever on Earth your mind is saying
Everything nonsensical
Yet making perfect sense to your own eyes. Or ears.
Still, with a messed up order.
I followed that order perfectly well...
As I usually do.
It's like forgetting the difference context makes,
So context doesnt matter anymore.
It's like forgetting the point of existence,
but you didnt forget, because there never really was a point.
After all, a point is only theoretical
a theory, a lie, an annoying persistence.
It's like forgetting to put the orders of yours into a word sensical.
Det er ligesom forgetting to translate your words into Engelsk
It is like forgetting how to see in true colour.
It's like forgetting how to close your eyes
It's like forgetting how to shut your mouth,
It's like forgetting how to stop writing
I buried the old poem in the sand
And finished this for you, my darling, 'Hank Marvin'
You don't have to understand.
My mind is scrambled
My eyes are sick
Although bleeding a bit from how I tested my own wit.
I bite down now, something drips from one eye
Nobody cares, and neither do I
After all:
They deserved better
And I always felt I was watching the world spin about without me in it.
Copyright © Abijah H. | Year Posted 2025
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