Cryptic perceptions of ourselves
Have let down the benchmark facts
That held my strong interpretation
Against you

Mystery was rare and unfound
Knowledge is contaminated
By overhyped judgements
That ratifies my fears

How we understand now
Conventional ways have
Proved easier to communicate
How I am still overwhelmed
With your words
And how you still protect that

How this insight has lead our actions
To abstain from holding secrets
How our wilful commencement
Has been the misleading direction
That we chose to embark

How the impact of our anarchy
Has clearly outcast you amongst all
How my thoughts cannot bind
To validate your spoken word

How I am still struggling
To keep your memory, your touch intact
How I cannot regain myself
Through the end of this ruthless glory

How I still know
There’s more to this agony
How my words
Can never do justice
To your perplexed disposition

How your stories
Have influenced my listening
Beyond know-how
How the image of you is still intact
Beyond all naysayers

How I am driven
To write about you
Against your validity
How you have taught me
It is still okay to keep certain things close
And not call it mine.