Why is it that I never seem
To be able to verbalize
The things I feel, the things I see
Why must that action tantalize?
I know how I feel, in every specific way
I know how I see the world fit together
But somehow I'm never able to say
How I think or feel to another
It's all so clear inside my brain
I know how I see and how I feel
But explaining it makes me feel insane
Because I don't have the words for my zeal
It's all so precise and obvious to my mind
But it's always hell to explain
Because I start speaking only to find
That my lack of clarity is near to pain
What seems so solid and crystal clear
In the space between my ears
Falls apart outside my mouth
Because my words' ambiguity drives it south
I know exactly how I feel and how I see things, but my explanations always feel inadequate, like they don't clarify the nuances, intensity, paradoxes, or fluctuations well enough, like I'm taking a blurry old flip phone picture of starry night.