because my perspective is subjective

and my synapses has the bitter taste of molasses

that leaves goosebumps on your tongue

you don't understand the magnifying glass

that controls my mind

that focuses in on the small specks

that when looked at so closely

become the skyscrapers that i stand upon

a ghost that a gust of breath

blown at the back of my neck

through a tubular straw

can throw me through the ground

so you don't comprehend my perspective

because.