You ask and I tell
How are you? How was your day? How is it going?
If I could see what you mean, what you want.
I could answer.
Questions so familiar cloud what’s real.
Do you really want to know?
Do you want to see me?
Do you really want to feel what I feel?
If I could see, it would be easy.
You would be so vulnerable in front of me.
You would ask in a way I could answer.
But no.
You take the easy way out, the familiar.
So superficial
I’m frustrated with a job half done.
I’m discouraged by roadblocks.
I’m sad for those who have less,
and sadder for the pathetic who
have more.
If I could see where you are coming from,
it would be worth sharing.
Do you really care how I am?
It’s easier to turn my face.
If I could see who you are, I would
tell the truth.
